If We Knew The Truth, We'd See

To Have Defined And Sure Opinions, Fixed And Known Instincts, Passions And Character - All That Is The Horror Of Turning Our Soul Into A Fact, Materialize It And Make It External.

To Think Is To Destroy.

There Are No Norms. All People Are Exceptions To A Rule That Doesn’t Exist.

My Soul Is Impatient With Itself, As With A Bothersome Child; Its Restlessness Keeps Growing And Is Forever The Same. Everything Interests Me, But Nothing Holds Me. I Attend To Everything, Dreaming All The While.

I Realize That, While Often Happy And Often Cheerful, I Am Always Sad.