The Habit Of Doing One's Duty Drives

In My Mind It Strolls, As Well As In My Apartment. A Cat, Strong, Sweet And Delightful.

I Love Wagner, But The Music I Prefer Is That Of A Cat Hung Up By Its Tail Outside A Window And Trying To Stick To The Panes Of Glass With Its Claws.

We Are Weighed Down, Every Moment, By The Conception And The Sensation Of Time. And There Are But Two Means Of Escaping And Forgetting This Nightmare: Pleasure And Work. Pleasure Consumes Us. Work Strengthens Us. Let Us Choose.

The More Delicate And Ambitious The Soul, The Further Do Dreams Estrange It From Possible Things.

It Would Perhaps Be Nice To Be Alternately The Victim And The Executioner.