So The Thing That Bothered Me Most

[many Artists], Even The Greatest Ones, Are Not Sure Of Their Own Existence. So They Search For Proof, They Judge, They Condemn. It Strengthens Them, It Is The Beginnings Of Existence. They Are Alone!

There Are Places Where The Mind Dies So That A Truth Which Is Its Very Denial May Be Born.

The Loss Of Love Is The Loss Of All Rights, Even Though One Had Them All.

Liberty Is Dangerous, As Hard To Get Along With As It Is Exciting.

There Was A Time When I Didn’t At Any Minute Have The Slightest Idea How I Could Reach The Next One. Yes, One Can Wage War In This World, Ape Love, Torture One’s Fellow Man, Or Merely Say Evil Of One’s Neighbour While Knitting. But, In Certain Cases, Carrying On, Merely Continuing, Is Superhuman.