Antonio Machado

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. . .

Travelers, there is no path, paths are made by walking.

Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it.

Man would be otherwise. That is the essence of the specifically human.