Pitch-black Winter Nights Live In My Bones.

Completely True To Nature!' - What A Lie: / How Could Nature Ever Be Constrained Into A Picture? / The Smallest Bit Of Nature Is Infinite! / And So He Paints What He Likes About It. / And What Does He Like? He Likes What He Can Paint!

One Must Renounce The Bad Taste Of Wishing To Agree With Many People.

He Who Denies His Own Vanity Usually Possesses It In So Brutal A Form That He Instinctively Shuts His Eyes To Avoid The Necessity Of Despising Himself.

Sensuality Often Hastens The "growth Of Love" So Much That The Roots Remain Weak And Are Easily Torn Up.

Even The Bravest Only Rarely Have Courage For What They Really Know.