Existence Is An Imperfection.

This Then Is The Age Of Reason.

It's Quite An Undertaking To Start Loving Somebody. You Have To Have Energy, Generosity, Blindness. There Is Even A Moment Right At The Start Where You Have To Jump Across An Abyss: If You Think About It You Don't Do It.

The World Would Get Along Very Well Without Literature. It Would Get Along Even Better Without Man.

But I Must Finally Realize That I Am Subject To These Sudden Transformations. The Thing Is That I Rarely Think; A Crowd Of Small Metamorphoses Accumulate In Me Without My Noticing It, And Then, One Fine Day, A Veritable Revolution Takes Place.

Nothingness Lies Coiled In The Heart Of Being - Like A Worm.