Smooth And Smiling Faces Everywhere, But Ruin

Emotion Is First Of All And In Principle An Accident

God Is The Solitude Of Men. There Was Only Me: I Alone Decided To Commit Evil; Alone, I Invented Good. I Am The One Who Cheated, I Am The One Who Performed Miracles, I Am The One Accusing Myself Today, I Alone Can Absolve Myself; Me, The Man.

I Am Neither Virgin Nor Priest Enough To Play With The Inner Life.

As Far As Men Go, It Is Not What They Are That Interests Me, But What They Can Become.

I Am Not Recommending "popular" Literature Which Aims At The Lowest.