For Me, The Poetry In

All Psychological Research Is Completely Barred By The Interpretations Of The Psychoanalysts. Everything Happens In The Unconscious, And I Don't Know What This Unconscious Is.

Neither Reproaches Nor Encouragements Are Able To Revive A Faith That Is Waning.

Those Who Live In A World Of Human Beings Can Only Retrace Their Steps.

The Reader Has To Be Creative When He's Reading. He Has To Try To Make The Thing Alive. A Good Reader Has To Do A Certain Amount Of Work When He Is Reading.

We're Swallowed Up Only When We Are Willing For It To Happen.