All people are enslaved by something.

Instead of imitating me, you simply loiter.

When within yourself you find the road, the right road will open.

There is only as much space, only as much time, Only as much desire, only as many words, Only as many pages, only as much ink To accept all of us at light-speed Hurrying into...

Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.

We like to admit to only that which already glows, although it is nobler to support brightness before it glows, not afterwards.

Sunbathe from within.

The night is still waiting.

Art is apotheosis; often, the complaint of beauty.

Don Quixote is not just Don Quixote; La Mancha is not just geography; It is our personal territory—Terra Nostra.

The farther away, the closer the home becomes.

Based on the law of probability Everything is possible because The sheer existence of possibility Confirms the existence Of impossibility.

My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.

Our desire to say more grows bigger and what to say about it, except that saying is not always about saying, growing is not always about growing.

Either you will be you or you will not be at all.

Eternity is a glorious word, but eternity is ice.

Cosmos is God, who whispered the syllable of life.

Beauty is a cheap word, but beauty remains priceless.

Creating means living.

The world contained in a seed, Determined by its program.

It is vain futility to analyze the algebra of time.

Senses empower limitations, senses expand vision within borders, senses promote understanding through pleasure.

It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.

He did not waste time in a vain search for a place in history.

We dream and fight with demons real and imagined.

The most complicated skill is to be simple.

To hear never-heard sounds, To see never-seen colors and shapes, To try to understand the imperceptible Power pervading the world; To fly and find pure ethereal substances That are not of matter But of that...

Some people complain there are too many people on earth, Some people complain about secret societies, Some people accuse others of not being able to wake up early. Almost all people complain about something.

Death swallows death.

Nothing is part of everything.

To not say all that can be said is the secret of discipline and economy.

Accidents are not accidents but precise arrivals at the wrong right time.

Statesmen are grocers, ambitious clowns.

Sun is a hearthstone, a merry-go-round of extinguished hearthstones.

Dream by making and make by dreaming.

Dreams are our only geography—our native land.

In greatness, life and death merge.

All dust is the same dust. Temporarily separated To go peacefully And enjoy the eternal nap.

We traveled long and forgot why poetry was invented.

He tries to find the exit from himself but there is no door.

Forget decorated generals, tell me about Private Ryan.

Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.

Deceit dispels the boredom of the Absolute.

To risk life to save a smile on a face of a woman or a child is the secret of chivalry.

God is busy and has no time for you.

Busy with the ugliness of the expensive success We forget the easiness of free beautyLying sad right around the corner, Only an instant removed, Unnoticed and squandered.

What you gain here, you lose on the other side.

There are no clear borders, Only merging invisible to the sight.

Those who hate rain hate life.

He had an answer to almost everything and he retired at an early age.