Everything Is There: The Love Of Art.

What An Elder Sees Sitting; The Young Can't See Standing.

Life Is So Horrible That One Can Only Bear It By Avoiding It. And That Can Be Done By Living In The World Of Art.

It’s Hard To Communicate Anything Exactly And That’s Why Perfect Relationships Between People Are Difficult To Find.

Everything, Even Herself, Was Now Unbearable To Her. She Wished That, Taking Wing Like A Bird, She Could Fly Somewhere, Far Away To Regions Of Purity, And There Grow Young Again.

One Day, I Shall Explode Like An Artillery Shell And All My Bits Will Be Found On The Writing Table.