Fright never injures anyone. What injures the spirit is having someone always on your back, beating you, telling you what to do and what not to do

In a world where death is the hunter, my friend, there is no time for regrets or doubts. There is only time for decisions.

A man goes to knowledge as he goes to war, wide awake, with fear, with respect, and with absolute assurance.

A warrior acts as if he knows what he is doing, when in effect he knows nothing.

To seek the perfection of the warrior's spirit is the only task worthy of our temporariness, our manhood.

Things are only real after one has learned to agree on their realness. What took place this evening, for instance, cannot possibly be real to you, because no one could agree with you about it. 'Do you mean that you didn't see what happened?'. Of course I did. But I don't count. I am the one who's lying to you, remember?

One cannot enter don Juan's world intellectually, like a dilettante seeking fast and fleeting knowledge. Nor, in don Juan's world, can anything be verified absolutely. The only thing we can do is arrive at a state of increased awareness that allows us to perceive the world around us in a more inclusive manner.