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The Idea Of Bringing Someone Into The World Fills Me With Horror. I Would Curse Myself If I Were A Father. A Son Of Mine! Oh No, No, No! May My Entire Flesh Perish And May I Transmit To No One The Aggravations And The Disgrace Of Existence.

What Wretched Poverty Of Language! To Compare Stars To Diamonds!

Caught Up In Life, You See It Badly. You Suffer From It Or Enjoy It Too Much. The Artist, In My Opinion, Is A Monstrosity, Something Outside Of Nature.

It Is An Excellent Habit To Look At Things As So Many Symbols.

The Principal Thing In This World Is To Keep One's Soul Aloft.