The human eyelid is not teartight (happily for the human eye).

The situation is that of him who is helpless, cannot act, in the event cannot paint, since he is obliged to paint. The act is of him who, helpless, unable to act, acts, in the event paints, since he is obliged to paint.

Silence and darkness were all I craved. Well, I get a certain amount of both. They being one.

We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?

What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.

I am still alive then. That may come in useful.

It's so nice to know where you're going, in the early stages. It almost rids you of the wish to go there.