Please — Consider Me A Dream.

I Usually Solve Problems By Letting Them Devour Me.

I Am In Chains. Don't Touch My Chains.

My Grandfather Used To Say: Life Is Astoundingly Short. To Me, Looking Back Over It, Life Seems So Foreshortened That I Scarcely Understand, For Instance, How A Young Man Can Decide To Ride Over To The Next Village Without Being Afraid That -not To Mention Accidents- Even The Span Of A Normal Happy Life May Fall Far Short Of The Time Needed For Such A Journey.

In A Certain Sense You Deny The Existence Of This World. You Explain Life As A State Of Rest, A State Of Rest In Motion.

I Have The True Feeling Of Myself Only When I Am Unbearably Unhappy.