The only living language is the language in which we think and have our being.
No one can shed light on vices he does not have or afflictions he has ever experienced.
There is no way; we make the road by walking it.
The absence of vices adds so little to the sum of one's virtues.
Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it.
By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind sees the path