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Sorrento, August. For Two Weeks Now I Haven't Heard A German Word Or Understood An Italian One. This Way One Can Manage To Live With People; Everything Goes Like Clockwork And No Irksome Misunderstanding Can Arise.

The Real End Of The World Is The Destruction Of The Spirit; The Other Kind Depends On The Insignificant Attempt To See Whether After Such A Destruction The World Can Go On.

One Cannot Dictate An Aphorism To A Typist. It Would Take Too Long.

A Poem Is Good Until One Knows By Whom It Is.

If The Reporter Has Killed Our Imagination With His Truth, He Threatens Our Life With His Lies.