One never notices what has been done; one can only see what remains to be done.

We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us is something valuable$$$ worth listening to$$$ worthy of our trust$$$ sacred to our touch.

Really unreal world$$$ will you perhaps do the breathing for me while I am away?

I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air.

I love you much most beautiful darling$$$ more than anyone on the earth$$$ and I like you better than everything in the sky.

Man lives in greatest pain.

This complaining rambling rubbish is the substitute which has taken the place of love.

All families are psychotic. Everybody has basically the same family - it's just reconfigured slightly different from one to the next.

It is indeed a mistake to confuse children with angels

You pretend to be more eccentric than you actually are because you worry you are an interchangeable cog.