A Criminal Is Undoubtedly A Poor Soul,

Nothing But Disaster Follows From Applause.

You Are Never Truly Together With One You Love Until The Person In Question Is Dead And Actually Inside You.

I Did Not Want To Be Anything, And Naturally I Did Not Want To Turn Myself Into A Mere Profession: All I Ever Wanted Was To Be Myself.

The Study Of Sickness Is The Most Poetic Of The Sciences.

People Keep A Dog And Are Ruled By This Dog, And Even Schopenhauer Was Ruled In The End Not By His Head, But By His Dog. This Fact Is More Depressing Than Any Other.