The chief requirement of the good life, is to live without any image of oneself.
I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
The sending of a letter constitutes a magical grasp upon the future.
Upon the demon-ridden pilgrimage of human life, what next I wonder.
Freedom may be a value in politics, but it is not a value in morals.
Art is not cozy and it is not mocked. Art tells the only truth that ultimately matters. It is the light by which human things can be mended. And after art there is, let me assure you all, nothing.