I’m doing badly, I’m doing well; whichever you prefer. - Franz Kafka

I mustn't look at you too much, or I won't be able to take my eyes off you at all.

Paths are made by walking

This perversion of the truth, familiar to the artist though it was, always unnerved him afresh and proved too much for him. What was a consequence of the premature ending of his fast was here presented as the cause of it! To fight against this lack of understanding, against a whole world of nonunderstanding, was impossible.