Man Does Not Fear Death, Only The

Beauty Beheld In Solitude Is Even More Lethal.

When One Does Not Have What One Wants, One Must Want What One Has”: “i Have Had, You See, To Resort More And More To Very Small, Almost Invisible Pleasures, Little Extras. You've No Idea How Great One Becomes With These Little Details, It's Incredible How One Grows.

I Am Reading Sienkiewicz. What Tormenting Reading. What A Powerful Genius! And There Never Was Such A First-rate Writer Of The Second-rate Class.

I Didn't Go To The Lectures. My Valet, Who Was More Distinguished Than I, Went Instead.

There Were Three Of Us; Witkiewicz, Bruno Schulz, And Myself--the Three Muskateers Of The Polish Avant-garde Between The Wars. Only Witkiewicz Remains To Be Discovered.