By Working One Can Bend Fortune. She

The Idea Of Bringing Someone Into The World Fills Me With Horror. I Would Curse Myself If I Were A Father. A Son Of Mine! Oh No, No, No! May My Entire Flesh Perish And May I Transmit To No One The Aggravations And The Disgrace Of Existence.

You Need A High Degree Of Corruption Or A Very Big Heart To Love Absolutely Everything

One's Existence Should Be In Two Parts: One Should Live Like A Bourgeois And Think Like A Demigod.

Reality Does Not Conform To The Ideal, But Confirms It.

The Public Wants Work Which Flatters Its Illusions.