Don't You Know That Every Perfect Life

True' And 'false' Are The Evasions Of People Who Never Want To Arrive At A Decision. Truth Is Something Without End.

The Thought Is Not Something That Observes An Inner Event, But, Rather It Is This Inner Event Itself. We Do Not Reflect On Something, But, Rather, Something Thinks Itself In Us.

You See How Wrong I Go, How Ridiculous I'm Making Myself In Your Eyes By Keeping On Guessing Wrong Like This! Doesn't That Help You To Come Out With It? Come On Now!

... The Novel Is Called Upon Like No Other Art Form To Incorporate The Intellectual Content Of An Age.

There Is, In Short, No Great Idea That Stupidity Could Not Put To Its Own Uses [....] The Truth By Comparison, Has Only One Appearance And Only One Path, And Is Always At A Disadvantage.