I Have Spent My Life Resisting The

Do Not Waste Your Time Looking For An Obstacle - Maybe There Is None.

This Inescapable Duty To Observe Oneself: If Someone Else Is Observing Me, Naturally I Have To Observe Myself Too; If None Observe Me, I Have To Observe Myself All The Closer.

Writing Is Utter Solitude, The Descent Into The Cold Abyss Of Oneself.

It Is Comforting To Reflect That The Disproportion Of Things In The World Seems To Be Only Arithmetical.

This Perversion Of The Truth, Familiar To The Artist Though It Was, Always Unnerved Him Afresh And Proved Too Much For Him. What Was A Consequence Of The Premature Ending Of His Fast Was Here Presented As The Cause Of It! To Fight Against This Lack Of Understanding, Against A Whole World Of Nonunderstanding, Was Impossible.