Antonio Machado Quotes

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 Some Old Untried Illusion - Some Shadow On The Whiteness Of The Wall Some Memory Asleep On The Stone Rim Of The Fountain, Perhaps In The Air The Light Swish Of Some Trailing Gown.

By Walking One Makes The Road, And Upon Glancing Behind Sees The Path

My Philosophy Is Fundamentally Sad, But I'm Not A Sad Man, And I Don't Believe I Sadden Anyone Else.

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.

Pathmaker, There Is No Path; You Make The Path By Walking, By Walking You Make 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 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.

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.

There Is No Road, The Road Is Made By Walking.

Man's Passion For Truth Is Such That He Will Welcome The Bitterest Of All Postulates So Long As It Strikes Him As True.

At The Very Smallest Wheel Of Our Reasoning It Is Possible For A Handful Of Questions To Break The Bank Of Our Answers.

The Unpublished Manuscript Is Like An Uncon-fessed Sin That Festers In The Soul, Corrupting And Contaminating It.

There Is No Way; We Make The Road By Walking It.