One Doesn't Have To Get Anywhere In

I Hate Solitude But I Am Afraid Of Intimacy. The Substance Of My Life Is A Private Conversation With Myself And To Turn It Into A Dialogue Would Be Equivalent To Self-destruction. The Company I Need Is The Company Which A Pub Or A Cafe Will Provide. I Have Never Wanted A Communion Of Souls.

The Bottomless Bitter Misery Of Childhood: How Little Even Now It Is Understood. Probably No Adult Misery Can Be Compared With A Child's Despair.

To Be Understood Is Not A Human Right. Even To Understand Oneself Is Not A Human Right.

We Shall Be Better Prepared For The Future If We See How Terrible, How Doomed The Present Is.

Real Misery Cuts Off All Paths To Itself.