Don't Try To Rush Things:

Mankind Owns Four Things That Are No Good At Sea: Rudder, Anchor, Oars And The Fear Of Going Down.

Between Living And Dreaming There Is A Third Thing. Guess It.

The Great Philosophers Are Poets Who Believe In The Reality Of Their Poems.

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 Upon Glancing Behind One Sees The Path That Never Will Be Trod Again. Wanderer, There Is No Road-- Only Wakes Upon The Sea. Caminante, Son Tus Huellas El Camino, Y Nada Más; Caminante, No Hay Camino, Se Hace Camino Al Andar. Al Andar Se Hace Camino, Y Al Volver La Vista Atrás Se Ve La Senda Que Nunca Se Ha De Volver A Pisar. Caminante, No Hay Camino, Sino Estelas En La Mar.

What The Poet Is Searching For Is Not The Fundamental I But The Deep You.