Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear

But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!

Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.

Clear to me at last that the dark I have always struggled to keep under is in reality my most

It is suicide to be abroad. But what it is to be at home, ... what it is to be at home? A lingering dissolution.

To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.

Do you always believe in the life to come? Mine was always that.