The Door To Happiness Opens Outward.

You Live Life Looking Forward, You Understand Life Looking Backward.

I Stick My Finger Into Existence And It Smells Of Nothing.

Our Age Is Essentially One Of Understanding And Reflection, Without Passion, Momentarily Bursting Into Enthusiasm And Shrewdly Relapsing Into Repose.

Had I To Carve An Inscription On My Tombstone I Would Ask For None Other Than "the Individual."

You Should Therefore Say: Alone In One's Boat, Alone With One's Care, Alone With One's Despair, Which One Is Craven Enough To Want Rather To Keep Than Submit To The Pain Of Being Healed.