The Horrors Of War, Pale Beside The

A First Visit To A Madhouse Is Always A Shock.

We Live Trapped, Between The Churned-up And Examined Past And A Future That Waits For Our Work.

How One Can Live Without Being Able To Judge Oneself, Criticize What One Has Accomplished, And Still Enjoy What One Does, Is Unimaginable To Me.

I Am Glad That I Do Not Have Any Children.

We Are Imprisoned In The Realm Of Life, Like A Sailor On His Tiny Boat, On An Infinite Ocean.