Whoever Today Speaks Of Human Existence In

Je Puis Nier Une Chose Sans Me Croire Obligé De La Salir Ou De Retirer Aux Autres Le Droit D'y Croire.

For If I Try To Seize This Self Of Which I Feel Sure, If I Try To Define And To Summarize It, It Is Nothing But Water Slipping Through My Fingers.

If The Descent Is Thus Sometimes Performed In Sorrow, It Can Also Take Place In Joy.

This World, Such As It Is, Is Not Tolerable. Therefore I Need The Moon, Or Happiness, Or Immortality, I Need Something Which Is Perhaps Demented, But Which Is Not Of This World.

Your Successes And Happiness Are Forgiven You Only If You Generously Consent To Share Them.