Life Must Not Be A Novel That

Life Is The Beginning Of Death. Life Is For The Sake Of Death. Death Is At Once The End And The Beginning—at Once Separation And Closer Union Of The Self. Through Death The Reduction Is Complete.

We Are Near Waking When We Dream We Are Dreaming.

Only An Artist Can Interpret The Meaning Of Life.

When You Understand How To Love One Thing, Then You Also Understand How To Love Everything.

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.