This is reality$$$ whether you like it or not--all those frivolities of summer$$$ the light and shadow$$$ the living mask of green that trembled over everything$$$ they were lies$$$ and this is what was underneath. This is the truth.

There was nothing but land; not a country at all$$$ but the material out of which countries are made.

The trick is in what one emphasizes. We either make ourselves miserable$$$ or we make ourselves happy. The amount of work is the same.

Anything is one of a million paths. Therefore you must always keep in mind that a path is only a path; if you feel you should not follow$$$ you must not stay with it under any circumstances.

I walk the line.

All your life$$$ you will be faced with a choice. You can choose love or hate. I choose love.

I do not believe that a dream should necessarily be taken for reality$$$ or reality for madness.

A fairy tale is the kind of story in which one king goes to another king to borrow a cup of sugar.

The habit of sardonic contemplation is the hardest habit of all to break.

Below me$$$ in spreading$$$ concentric circles$$$ like those a fish makes when it rises in still water$$$ spun round the lower tiers; above me arched the black sky pierced by the gas jets of the stars.