The Realization That Life Is Absurd Cannot

It Takes Time To Live. Like Any Work Of Art, Life Needs To Be Thought About.

Fiction Is The Lie Through Which We Tell The Truth.

God Put Self-pity By The Side Of Despair Like The Cure By The Side Of The Disease.

I Make Myself Strict Rules In Order To Correct My Nature. But It Is My Nature That I Finally Obey.

The More I Produce, The Less I Am Certain. On The Road Along Which The Artist Walks, Night Falls Ever More Densely. Finally, He Dies Blind.