You Are Alone With Everything You Love.

Only An Artist Can Interpret The Meaning Of Life.

Sometimes With The Most Intense Pain A Paralysis Of Sensibility Occurs. The Soul Disintegrates--hence The Deadly Frost--the Free Power Of The Mind--the Shattering, Ceaseless Wit Of This Kind Of Despair. There Is No Inclination For Anything Any More--the Person Is Alone, Like A Baleful Power--as He Has No Connection With The Rest Of The World He Consumes Himself Gradually--and In Accordance With His Own Principle He Is--misanthropic And Misotheos.

Character And Fate Are Two Words For The Same Thing

The World Must Become Romanticized, And In That Way We Find Again Its Original Meaning For Us.

A Hero Is One Who Knows How To Hang On One Minute Longer.