I Want To Keep Smashing Myself Until

The First Effect Of Adjusting To Other People Is That One Becomes Boring.

Almost Kien Was Tempted To Believe In Happiness, That Contemptible Life-goal Of Illiterates. If It Came Of Itself, Without Being Hunted For, If You Did Not Hold It Fast By Force And Treated It With A Certain Condescension, It Was Permissible To Endure Its Presence For A Few Days

It Is Only In A Crowd That Man Can Become Free Of This Fear Of Being Touched. That Is The Only Situation In Which The Fear Changes Into Its Opposite… The Reversal Of Fear Of Being Touched Belongs To The Nature Of Crowds. The Feeling Of Relief Is Most Striking Where The Density Of The Crowd Is Greatest

Success Listens Only To Applause. To All Else It Is Deaf

I Cannot Become Modest; Too Many Things Burn In Me; The Old Solutions Are Falling Apart; Nothing Has Been Done Yet With The New Ones. So I Begin, Everywhere At Once, As If I Had A Century Ahead Of Me.