Living with him is like being told a perpetual story: his mind is the biggest$$$ most imaginative I have ever met. I could live in its growing countries forever.

I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me$$$ and give back as good as I give.

When the tyrant has disposed of foreign enemies by conquest or treaty and there is nothing to fear from them then he is always stirring up some wary or other in order that the people may require a leader.

I thought to myself: I am wiser than this man; neither of us probably knows anything that is really good$$$ but he thinks he has knowledge$$$ when he has not$$$ while I$$$ having no knowledge$$$ do not think I have.

A hero is born among a hundred$$$ a wise man is found among a thousand$$$ but an accomplished one might not be found even among a hundred thousand men.

I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery: air$$$ mountains$$$ trees$$$ people. I thought$$$ "This is what it is to be happy."

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am$$$ I am$$$ I am.

Painting is a blind man's profession. A painter is painting not what he sees but what he feels.

Without great solitude$$$ no serious work is possible.

Every now and then one paints a picture that seems to have opened a door and serves as a stepping stone to other things.