By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind sees the path.

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 ….

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 ….

Traveler, there is no path, the path must be forged as you walk..

The deepest words of the wise man teach us the same as the whistle of the wind when it blows or the sound of the water when it is flowing..

Death is something we shouldn't fear because, while we are, death isn't, and when death is, we aren't..

I dreamt -- marvellous error! -- that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old f….

Only a fool thinks price and value are the same..

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

Beware of the community in which blasphemy does not exist: underneath, atheism runs rampant..

Travelers, there is no path, paths are made by walking..

My philosophy is fundamentally sad, but I'm not a sad man, and I don't believe I sadden anyone else..

I. Don't trace out your profile-- forget your side view-- all that is outer stuff. II. Look for your other half who walks always next to you and tend….

At the very smallest wheel of our reasoning it is possible for a handful of questions to break the bank of our answers..

The afternoon is bright, with spring in the air, a mild March afternoon, with the breath of April stirring, I am alone in the quiet patio looking for….

Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it..

Under all that we think, lives all we believe, like the ultimate veil of our spirits.

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..

Man would be "otherwise." That's the essence of the specifically human..

Mankind owns four things that are no good at sea: rudder, anchor, oars and the fear of going down..

Hell is the bloodcurdling mansion of time, in whose profoundest circle Satan himself waits, winding a gargantuan watch in his hand..