The Danger Of Lectures Is

There Is No Sun Without Shadow, And It Is Essential To Know The Night.

The More I Produce, The Less I Am Certain. On The Road Along Which The Artist Walks, Night Falls Ever More Densely. Finally, He Dies Blind.

I Don’t Know Whether This World Has A Meaning That Transcends It. But I Know That I Cannot Know That Meaning And That It Is Impossible For Me Just Now To Know It.

Once One's Up Against It, The Precise Manner Of One's Death Has Obviously Small Importance.

There's The Risk Of Being Loved...and That Would Keep Me From Being Happy.