Only The Very Greatest Art

I Just Enjoy Translating, It's Like Opening One's Mouth And Hearing Someone Else's Voice Emerge.

Art Is The Final Cunning Of The Human Soul Which Would Rather Do Anything Than Face The Gods.

When Does One Ever Know A Human Being? Perhaps Only After One Has Realized The Impossibility Of Knowledge And Renounced The Desire For It And Finally Ceased To Feel Even The Need Of It. But Then What One Achieves Is No Longer Knowledge, It Is Simply A Kind Of Co-existence; And This Too Is One Of The Guises Of Love.

The Best Thing About Being God Would Be Making The Heads.

One Doesn't Have To Get Anywhere In A Marriage. It's Not A Public Conveyance.