Women Were Like Rivers, Their Banks Were

People Keep A Dog And Are Ruled By This Dog, And Even Schopenhauer Was Ruled In The End Not By His Head, But By His Dog. This Fact Is More Depressing Than Any Other.

Very Often We Write Down A Sentence Too Early, Then Another Too Late; What We Have To Do Is Write It Down At The Proper Time, Otherwise It's Lost.

Everyone Is A Virtuoso On His Own Instrument, But Together They Add Up To An Intolerable Cacophony.

I Avoid Literature Whenever Possible, Because Whenever Possible I Avoid Myself.

...we Ask: Why Suicide? We Search For Reasons, Causes, And So On.... We Follow The Course Of The Life He Has Now So Suddenly Terminated As Far Back As We Can. For Days We Are Preoccupied With The Question: Why Suicide? We Recollect Details. And Yet We Must Say That Everything In The Suicide's Life- For Now We Know That All His Life He Was A Suicide, Led A Suicide's Existence- Is Part Of The Cause, The Reason, For His Suicide.