Nothing But Disaster Follows From Applause.

It Would Be Wrong To Refuse To Face The Fact That Everything Is Fundamentally Sick And Sad.

A Criminal Is Undoubtedly A Poor Soul, Who Is Punished For His Poverty.

Everyone, He Went On, Speaks A Language He Does Not Understand, But Which Now And Then Is Understood By Others. That Is Enough To Permit One To Exist And At Least To Be Misunderstood.

Nothing But Disaster Follows From Applause.

I Did Not Want To Be Anything, And Naturally I Did Not Want To Turn Myself Into A Mere Profession: All I Ever Wanted Was To Be Myself.