[to Be An Artist,] This Desire To

I Catch Myself Judging Myself As That 13-year-old Boy, Who, Of Course, Rightfully Points Out That He Is Only A Child. And My Membership - Well, I Was Drafted Into The Waffen-ss And Didn't Exactly Volunteer, Which Was Just As Idiotic. I Wanted To Be On The Submarines And Then Ended Up With The Waffen-ss.

If Work And Leisure Are Soon To Be Subordinated To This One Utopian Principle - Absolute Busyness - Then Utopia And Melancholy Will Come To Coincide: An Age Without Conflict Will Dawn, Perpetually Busy - And Without Consciousness.

On Sorrow Floats Laughter.

It Makes Me Realise That The Fantasy Of Nature Is Much Larger Than My Own Fantasy. I Still Have Things To Learn.

Cemeteries Have Always Had A Lure For Me. They Are Well Kept, Free From Ambiguity, Logical, Virile, And Alive. In Cemeteries You Can Summon Up Courage And Arrive At Decisions, In Cemeteries Life Takes On Distinct Contours -- I Am Not Referring To The Borders Of The Graves -- And If You Will, A Meaning.