I am a cat. As yet I have no name

Some say that life has no form, that it is extremely diffuse. I think I can agree with them. ... A life without conclusions is painful.

Loneliness is the price we have to pay for being born in this modern age, so full of freedom, independence, and our own egotistical selves.

On a charcoal kiln a vine keeps climbing, while being burned to death.

I am a cat. As yet I have no name

The artist, even when he imitates nature, always feels himself to be not a slave but a demigod.

From this observed behavior a major psychological truth about this race of forked destroyers may be deduced: that, just as nature abhors a vacuum, "mankind abhors equality."