Life is the path you beat while you walk it.
There are a lot of doubts over the size and effect of new competitors in the cellular sector.
All our efforts must tend towards light.
Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt – marvellous error! – That it was God I had here inside my heart.
My philosophy is fundamentally sad, but I’m not a sad man, and I don’t believe I sadden anyone else.
Wherever learning breeds specialists, the sum of human culture is enhanced thereby. That is the illusion and consolation of specialists.
The great philosophers are poets who believe in the reality of their poems.
There is no one so bound to his own face that he does not cherish the hope of presenting another to the world.
Mankind owns four things that are no good at sea: rudder, anchor, oars and the fear of going down.
By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind sees the path.
In order to write poetry, you must first invent a poet who will write it.
Hell is the bloodcurdling mansion of time, in whose profoundest circle Satan himself waits, winding a gargantuan watch in his hand.
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.
Walk through life in dreams out of love of the hand that leads us.
Wayfarer, the only way is your footsteps, there is no other. Wayfarer, there is no way, you make the way as you go. As you go, you make the way and stopping to look behind, you see the path that your feet will never travel again. Wayfarer, there is no way- Only foam trails to the sea.
At the very smallest wheel of our reasoning it is possible for a handful of questions to break the bank of our answers.
The only living language is the language in which we think and have our being.
My philosophy is fundamentally sad, but I’m not a sad man, and I don’t believe I sadden anyone else. In other words, the fact that I don’t put my philosophy into practice saves me from its evil spell, or, rather, my faith in the human race is stronger then my intellectual analysis of it; there lies the fountain of youth in which my heart is continually bathing.
Life is long and art a toy.
Todo necio confunde valor y precio.