Best Antonio Machado Quotes
- Wherever learning breeds specialists, the sum of human culture is enhanced thereby. That is the illusion and consolation of specialists. Breeds
- Man's passion for truth is such that he will welcome the bitterest of all postulates so long as it strikes him as true. All
- The absence of vices adds so little to the sum of one's virtues. Absence
- The unpublished manuscript is like an uncon-fessed sin that festers in the soul, corrupting and contaminating it. Contaminating
- Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. (Walk, there is no path, the path is made by walking.) Action
- There are a lot of doubts over the size and effect of new competitors in the cellular sector. Cellular
- My philosophy is fundamentally sad, but I'm not a sad man, and I don't believe I sadden anyone else. Anyone
- 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… Al
- I dreamt -- marvellous error! -- that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet… Beehive
- Travelers, there is no path, paths are made by walking. Hiking
- 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… All
- 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… Analysis
- 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… Look
- Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it. Dream
- 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… Asleep
- The wind, one brilliant day, called to my soul with an odor of jasmine. "In return for the odor of my jasmine, I'd like all… All
- Don't try to rush things: for the cup to run over, it must first be filled. Cup
- I thought my fire was out, and stirred the ashes…. I burnt my fingers. Ashes
- Death is something we shouldn't fear because, while we are, death isn't, and when death is, we aren't. Death
- 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… Afternoon
- Man would be otherwise. That is the essence of the specifically human. Essence
- Slow and in a good writing Good