Paths are made by walking.

Written kisses don't reach their destination$$$ rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.

If you become involved with me$$$ you will be throwing yourself into the abyss.

All knowledge$$$ the totality of all questions and answers$$$ is contained in the dog.

At the end of the day$$$ we can endure much more than we think we can.

I paint myself because I am so often alone and because I am the subject I know best.

I came to the conclusion that an enormous amount of research was needed to form an opinion on anything$$$ and therefore abandoned politics altogether as a topic of conversation.

And I am sick for want of sleep;<br>So sick$$$ that I can half-believe<br>The soundless river pouring from the cave<br>Is neither strong nor deep;<br>Only an image fancied in conceit.

If I looked into your face<br>expecting a word or a laugh on the old conditions$$$<br>it would not be a friend who met my eye.

This is the first thing I have understood:<br>Time is the echo of an axe within a wood.