How Cruel My Suffering Is,—no One Is

Though The Immediate Impression Of Rebellion May Obscure The Fact, The Task Of Authentic Literature Is Nevertheless Only Conceivable In Terms Of A Desire For Fundamental Communication With The Reader.

In What Will Survive Me I Am In Harmony With My Annihilation.

We Did Not Lack Modesty—on The Contrary—but Something Urgently Drove Us To Defy Modesty Together As Immodestly As Possible.

It Is Human Agitation, With All The Vulgarity Of Needs Small And Great, With Its Flagrant Disgust For The Police Who Repress It, It Is The Agitation Of All Menthat Alone Determines Revolutionary Mental Forms, In Opposition To Bourgeois Mental Forms.

The Emotional Element Which Gives An Obsessive Value To Communal Existence Is Death.