What am I doing here in this endless winter?
Test yourself on mankind. It is something that makes the doubter doubt, the believer believe.
I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
The dream reveals the reality which conception lags behind. That is the horror of life-the terror of art.
There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.
If education tries to make other persons out of us than we essentially are, deeper inside, it stultifies, and reproach matters.