All Of Living Is Nothing But A

Arrogance Is An Utterly Appropriate Weapon To Use Against A Hostile World, A World In Which Arrogance Is Feared And Respected, Even If, Like Mine, It's Only Feigned.

Women Were Like Rivers, Their Banks Were Unreachable, The Night Often Rang With The Cries Of The Drowned.

The Thinking Man Always Finds Himself In A Gigantic Orphanage In Which People Are Continually Proving To Him That He Has No Parents.

Only When I Am By Seawater Can I Truly Breathe, To Say Nothing Of My Ability To Think.

People Keep A Dog And Are Ruled By This Dog, And Even Schopenhauer Was Ruled In The End Not By His Head, But By His Dog. This Fact Is More Depressing Than Any Other.