When I Cease To Be Indignant I

To Understand Is Nothing, But To Be Understood-that Is The Problem And The Source Of Anguish. The Soul Throbs And Would Have The Other Know-but Can Not And Feels Isolated. Then Come Gestures, Words, Awkward Explanations And Material Symbols For Imponderable Outbursts Of Feeling-and The Soul Despairs.

Drunkenness Is Never Anything But A Substitute For Happiness.

Man: The Most Complex Of Beings, And Thus The Most Dependent Of Beings. On All That Made You Up, You Depend.

Don't Think That Your Truth Could Be Found By Someone Else.

Only Those Things Are Beautiful Which Are Inspired By Madness And Written By Reason.