I Know That Even The

Life Deserves Laughter, Hence People Laugh At It.

If The Infinity Of The Sea May Call Out Thus, Perhaps When A Man Is Growing Old, Calls Come To Him, Too, From Another Infinity Still Darker And More Deeply Mysterious; And The More He Is Wearied By Life The Dearer Are Those Calls To Him.

My Position Is Such That There Is No Necessity For Me To Enter Into Competition With Struggling Humanity. As To Expensive And Ruinous Pleasures, I Am A Sceptic Who Knows How Much They Are Worth, Or Rather, Knows That They Are Not Worth Anything.

I Know From Experience That To One Who Thinks Much And Feels Deeply, It Often Seems That He Has Only To Put Down His Thoughts And Feelings In Order To Produce Something Altogether Out Of The Common; Yet As Soon As He Sets To Work He Falls Into A Certain Mannerism Of Style And Common Phraseology; His Thoughts Do Not Come Spontaneously, And One Might Almost Say That It Is Not The Mind That Directs The Pen, But The Pen Leads The Mind Into Common, Empty Artificiality.

Nevertheless, In This Sea Of Human Wretchedness And Malice There Bloomed At Times Compassion, As A Pale Flower Blooms In A Putrid Marsh.