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This Perversion Of The Truth, Familiar To The Artist Though It Was, Always Unnerved Him Afresh And Proved Too Much For Him. What Was A Consequence Of The Premature Ending Of His Fast Was Here Presented As The Cause Of It! To Fight Against This Lack Of Understanding, Against A Whole World Of Nonunderstanding, Was Impossible.

Beyond A Certain Point There Is No Return. This Point Has To Be Reached.

What Do I Have In Common With Jews? I Don't Even Have Anything In Common With Myself.

Death Confronts Us Not Unlike The Historical Battle Scene That Hangs On The Wall Of The Classroom. It Is Our Task To Obscure Or Quite Obliterate The Picture By Our Deeds While We Are Still In This World.

Love Has As Few Problems As A Motor Car. The Only Problems Are The Driver, The Passengers, And The Road.