How Hard It Must Be To Live

To Feel Absolutely Right Is The Beginning Of The End.

The Tragedy Is Not That We Are Alone, But That We Cannot Be. At Times I Would Give Anything In The World To No Longer Be Connected By Anything To This Universe Of Men.

O Light! This The Cry Of All The Characters Of Ancient Drama Brought Face To Face With Their Fate. This Last Resort Was Ours, Too, And I Knew It Now. In The Middle Of Winter I At Last Discovered That There Was In Me An Invincible Summer.

Artistic Creation Is A Demand For Unity And A Rejection Of The World.

In This Vast Country That He Had So Loved, He Was Alone.