All I Am Is Literature,

At That Point I Asked Myself: How Is It That She Is Not Amazed At Herself, That She Keeps Her Lips Closed And Makes No Such Remark?

Everything Is Deception: Seeking The Minimum Of Illusion, Keeping Within The Ordinary Limitations, Seeking The Maximum. In The First Case One Cheats The Good, By Trying To Make It Too Easy For Oneself To Get It, And The Evil By Imposing All Too Unfavorable Conditions Of Warfare On It. In The Second Case One Cheats The Good By Keeping As Aloof From It As Possible, And The Evil By Hoping To Make It Powerless Through Intensifying It To The Utmost.

To Write Prescriptions Is Easy, But To Come To An Understanding With People Is Hard.

How Can One Take Delight In The World Unless One Flees To It For Refuge?

From A Certain Point Onward There Is No Longer Any Turning Back. That Is The Point That Must Be Reached.