Good prose is written only face to face with poetry.

Comparing man and woman on the whole, one may say: woman would not possess a genius for ornamentation if she did not also possessan instinct for the secondary role.

Man, full of emptiness and torn apart with homesickness for the desert has had to create from within himself an adventure, a torture-chamber, an unsafe and hazardous wilderness- this fool, this prisoner consumed with longing and despair, became the inventor of 'bad conscience'.

One who has given up any hope of winning a fight or has clearly lost it wants his style in fighting to be admired all the more.

At heart I am a warrior.

Do you call yourself Free? It is your ruling thought that I would hear, and not that you have escaped from a yoke.

Are you genuine? Or just an actor? A representative? Or what it is that is represented?-In the end, you might merely be someone mimicking an actor ... Second question of conscience.