Life is the path you beat while you walk it It's the walking that beats the path It is not the path that makes the walk
Hell is the bloodcurdling mansion of time, in whose profoundest circle Satan himself waits, winding a gargantuan watch in his hand.
Life is the path you beat while you walk it.
The only living language is the language in which we think and have our being.
In order to write poetry, you must first invent a poet who will write it.
There is no road, the road is made by walking.