A Man’s Dying Is More The Survivors’

It Is Love, Not Reason, That Is Stronger Than Death.

Art Is The Funnel, As It Were, Through Which Spirit Is Poured Into Life.

A Lonely, Quiet Person Has Observations And Experiences That Are At Once Both More Indistinct And More Penetrating Than Those Of One More Gregarious; His Thoughts Are Weightier, Stranger, And Never Without A Tinge Of Sadness. . . . Loneliness Fosters That Which Is Original, Daringly And Bewilderingly Beautiful, Poetic. But Loneliness Also Fosters That Which Is Perverse, Incongruous, Absurd, Forbidden.

I Never Can Understand How Anyone Can Not Smoke It Deprives A Man Of The Best Part Of Life. With A Good Cigar In His Mouth A Man Is Perfectly Safe, Nothing Can Touch Him, Literally.

What We Call National-socialism Is The Poisonous Perversion Of Ideas Which Have A Long History In German Intellectual Life.