The further one goes$$$ the less one knows.
Her education only made her unhappy thinking about it - that no matter how much she changed her life$$$ she could not change the world that surrounded her.
We all had our miseries. But to despair was to wish back for something already lost. Or to prolong what was already unbearable.
A man writes because he is tormented$$$ because he doubts. He needs to constantly prove to himself and the others that he's worth something. And if I know for sure that I'm a genius? Why write then? What the hell for?
Appear weak when you are strong$$$ and strong when you are weak.
One lives by memory . . . and not by truth.
At night$$$ a candle's brighter than the sun.
If everyone has a full circle of human qualities to complete$$$ then progress lies in the direction we haven't been.
When people ask me why I still have hope and energy after all these years$$$ I always say: Because I travel.
I am a little man and this is a little town$$$ but there must be a spark in little men that can burst into flame.