I Am An "unrealized" Character, Dramatically Speaking.

Do You Believe You Can Know Yourselves If You Don't Somehow Con- Struct Yourselves? Or That I Can Know You If I Don't Construct You In My Way? And Can You Know Me If I Don't Construct You In My Way? We Can Know Only What We Succeed In Giving Form To.

The Facts Are To Blame, My Friend. We Are All Imprisoned By Facts: I Was Born, I Exist.

Life Is A Very Sad Piece Of Buffoonery, Because We Have .. The Need To Fool Ourselves Continuously By The Spontaneous Creation Of A Reality .. Which, From Time To Time, Reveals Itself To Be Vain And Illusory.

Those Who Understood, In Fact, Say: 'i Mustn't Do This, I Mustn't Do That,' So As Not To Commit Some Stupidity Or Other! Splendid! But At A Certain Point We Realize That All Life Is Stupidity; So Tell Me Yourself What It Means Never To Have Done Anything Foolish. At The Very Least It Means You Have Never Lived.

When [man] Is Happy He Takes His Happiness As It Comes And Doesn't Analyze It, Just As If Happiness Were His Right.