that your power of command with simple language was one of the magnificent things of our century. (from the poem: result)

people are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad.

My objection to war was not that I had to kill somebody or be killed senselessly, that hardly mattered. What I objected to was to be denied the right to sit in a small room and starve and drink cheap wine and go crazy in my own way and at my own leisure.

The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.

Before my death I hope to obtain my life.

It seems I make a lot of mistakes and it seems that I am not allowed any.

The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it