To philosophize is only another way of being afraid and leads hardly anywhere but to cowardly make-believe.

To philosophize is only another way of being afraid and leads hardly anywhere but to cowardly make-believe.

Experience is a dim lamp, which only lights the one who bears it.

Poor people never, or hardly ever, ask for an explanation of all they have to put up with. They hate one another, and content themselves with that.

In my room I'd barely closed my eyes when the blonde from the movie house came along and sang her whole song of sorrow just for me. I helped her put me to sleep, so to speak, and succeeded pretty well... I wasn't entirely alone... It's not possible to sleep alone.

We never change. Neither our socks nor our masters nor our opinions, or we're so slow about it that it's no use. We were born loyal and that's what killed us! Soldiers free of charge, heroes for everyone else, talking monkeys, tortured words, we are the minions of King Misery...It's not a life.

Our journey is entirely imaginary. That is its strength.