And to walk through life in dreams out of love for the hand that guides us.

Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt - marvellous error! - That it was God I had here inside my heart.

My soul is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches, its eyes wide open far-off things, and listens at the shores of the great silence.

Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path. . .

No one can shed light on vices he does not have or afflictions he has ever experienced.

Death is something we don't have to fear, since as long as we exist death doesn't and when it does we don't.

Those who deny the existence of the truth postulate the truth of their denial and plainly contradict themselves.