The Various Forms Of Despair At The

You Are At Once Both The Quiet And The Confusion Of My Heart.

What Do I Have In Common With Jews? I Don't Even Have Anything In Common With Myself.

Someone Must Have Slandered Josef K., For One Morning, Without Having Done Anything Truly Wrong, He Was Arrested.

At That Point I Asked Myself: How Is It That She Is Not Amazed At Herself, That She Keeps Her Lips Closed And Makes No Such Remark?

A Book Must Be The Ax For The Frozen Sea Within Us.