How Can One Know Anything

Why Do We Go Around Acting As Though Everything Was Friendship And Reliability When Basically Everything Everywhere Is Full Of Sudden Hate And Ugliness?

What I Have Always Wanted For Myself Is Much More Primitive. It Is Probably Nothing More Than The Affection Of The People With Whom I Am In Contact, And Their Good Opinion Of Me.

How One Can Live Without Being Able To Judge Oneself, Criticize What One Has Accomplished, And Still Enjoy What One Does, Is Unimaginable To Me.

If I Have A Stupid Day, Everything Looks Wrong To Me.

Sometimes The Most Beautiful Thing Is Precisely The One That Comes Unexpectedly And Unearned, Hence Something Given Truly As A Present.