How Can One Know Anything At All

Who Promised You That Only For Joy Were You Brought To This Earth?

What I Have Always Wanted For Myself Is Much More Primitive. It Is Probably Nothing More Than The Affection Of The People With Whom I Am In Contact, And Their Good Opinion Of Me.

We Are Aware Only Of The Empty Space In The Forest, Which Only Yesterday Was Filled With Trees.

I Am No Longer Afraid To Say Anything.

How Can One Know Anything At All About People?