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The More You Fail, The More You Succeed. It Is Only When Everything Is Lost And - Instead Of Giving Up - You Go On, That You Experience The Momentary Prospect Of Some Slight Progress. Suddenly You Have The Feeling - Be It An Illusion Or Not - That Something New Has Opened Up.

I've Tried Doing So, For It Was Never My Intention To Paint Only With Gray. But In The Course Of My Work I Have Eliminated One Color After Another, And What Has Remained Is Gray, Gray, Gray!

In The Past I Have Never Thought About Loneliness When Working, And I Don't Think About It Now. Yet There Must Be A Reason For The Fact That So Many People Talk About It.

The Head Is What Matters. The Rest Of The Body Plays The Part Of Antennae Making Life Possible For People And Life Itself Is Inside The Skull.

I Don't Know Who I Am Or Who I Was. I Know It Less Than Ever. I Do And I Don't Identify Myself With Myself. Everything Is Totally Contradictory, But Maybe I Have Remained Exactly As I Was As A Small Boy Of Twelve.