Be Ahead Of All Parting, As Though

I Don't Want To Stay Folded Anywhere, Because Where I Am Folded, There I Am A Lie.

Death Is The Side Of Life Which Is Turned Away From Us.

Who Is There Today Who Still Cares About A Well-finished Death? No One. Even The Rich, Who Could After All Afford This Luxury, Are Beginning To Grow Lazy And Indifferent; The Desire To Have A Death Of One's Own Is Becoming More And More Rare. In A Short Time It Will Be As Rare As A Life Of One's Own.

To Work Is To Live Without Dying.

Works Of Art Are Of An Infinite Loneliness And With Nothing So Little To Be Reached As With Criticism.