An Artist Chooses His Subjects: That Is

Thus I Spoke, More And More Softly; For I Was Afraid Of My Own Thoughts And The Thoughts Behind My Thoughts.

One Must Learn To Be A Sponge If One Wants To Be Loved By Hearts That Overflow.

Books For General Reading Always Smell Bad; The Odor Of Common People Hangs Around Them.

The Man Of The Future Who Will Redeem Us Not Only From The Hitherto Reigning Ideal But Also From That Which Was Bound To Grow Out Of It, The Great Nausea, The Will To Nothingness, Nihilism; This Bell Stroke Of Noon And Of The Great Decision That Liberates The Will Again And Restores Its Goal To The Earth And His Hope To Man; This Antichrist And Anti-nihilist; This Victor Over God And Nothingness - He Must Come One Day.

Even Cohabitation Has Been Corrupted - By Marriage.