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Loving And Perishing: It's Been A Rhyme All These Eternities. The Will To Love: That Is, Also Being Willing To Die.

Everyone Thinks That The Principal Thing To The Tree Is The Fruit, But In Point Of Fact The Principal Thing To It Is The Seed.

What Saved Me Then? Nothing But Pregnancy. And Each Time After I Had Given Birth To My Work My Life Hung Suspended By A Thin Thread.

Truths Are Illusions Of Which One Has Forgotten That They Are Illusions, Metaphors That Have Become Worn-out And Deprived Of Their Sensuous Force, Coins That Have Lost Their Imprint And Are Now No Longer Seen As Coins But As Metal.

The Relatives Of A Suicide Hold It Against Him That Out Of Consideration For Their Reputation He Did Not Remain Alive.