Outer Changes Always Begin With

Well-being And Happiness Never Appeared To Me As An Absolute Aim. I Am Even Inclined To Compare Such Moral Aims To The Ambitions Of A Pig.

The Legs Are The Wheels Of Creativity.

Human Beings, In Their Thinking, Feeling And Acting Are Not Free Agents But Are As Causally Bound As The Stars In Their Motion.

It Is Not A Lack Of Real Affection That Scares Me Away Again And Again From Marriage. Is It A Fear Of The Comfortable Life, Of Nice Furniture, Of Dishonor That I Burden Myself With, Or Even The Fear Of Becoming A Contented Bourgeois.

There Have Already Been Published By The Bucketsful Such Brazen Lies And Utter Fictions About Me That I Would Long Since Have Gone To My Grave If I Had Allowed Myself To Pay Attention To Them.