The Older You Get The Simpler You

You Can't Make The Incomprehensible Comprehensible Without Losing It Completely

A Real Life, A Life That Leaves A Deposit In The Shape Of Something Alive.... It's Difficult To Say What Makes A Life A Real Life.... You Could Also Say It Depends On A Person Being Identical With Himself.

Cause And Effect Are Never Divided Between Two People.

It's Precisely The Disappointing Stories, Which Have No Proper Ending And Therefore No Proper Meaning, That Sound True To Life.

It Is Conceivable At Least That A Late Generation, Such As We Presumably Are, Has Particular Need Of The Sketch, In Order Not To Be Strangled To Death By Inherited Conceptions Which Preclude New Births.... The Sketch Has Direction, But No Ending; The Sketch As Reflection Of A View Of Life That Is No Longer Conclusive, Or Is Not Yet Conclusive.