Antonio Machado

All uncertainty is fruitfull ... so long as it is accompanied by the wish to understand

Has my heart gone to sleep? Have the beehives of my dreams stopped working, the waterwheel of the mind run dry, scoops turning empty, only shadow inside? No, my heart is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. Not asleep, not dreaming— its eyes are opened wide watching distant signals, listening on the rim of vast silence

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

XXIX Traveler, there is no path. The path is made by walking. Traveller, the path is your tracks And nothing more. Traveller, there is no path The path is made by walking. By walking you make a path And turning, you look back At a way you will never tread again Traveller, there is no road Only wakes in the sea.

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 tends to be who you aren't.

Life is the path you beat while you walk it It's the walking that beats the path It is not the path that makes the walk

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

What the poet is searching for_x000D_ is not the fundamental I_x000D_ but the deep you.

Traveler, there is no path, the path must be_x000D_ forged as you walk.

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

The deepest words _x000D_ of the wise man teach us _x000D_ the same as the whistle of the wind when it blows _x000D_ or the sound of the water when it is flowing.

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

I thought my fire was out, and stirred the ashes…. I burnt my fingers.