Nothing But Disaster Follows From Applause.

We Can Only Exist By Taking Our Minds Off The Fact That We Exist

All Of Living Is Nothing But A Fervid Attempt To Move Closer Together.

People Keep A Dog And Are Ruled By This Dog, And Even Schopenhauer Was Ruled In The End Not By His Head, But By His Dog. This Fact Is More Depressing Than Any Other.

Everyone Is A Virtuoso On His Own Instrument, But Together They Add Up To An Intolerable Cacophony.

The Art We Need Is The Art Of Bearing The Unbearable.