You Can't Imagine How Stupid

But There Is Nothing Enduring In The World, And Therefore Even Joy In The Second Minute Is Already Not As Acute As In The First; In The Third Minute It Becomes Still Weaker And Finally Merges Unnoticeably With The Usual Condition Of The Soul, As A Circle On The Water, Caused By The Fall Of A Pebble, Finally Merges With The Smooth Surface.

Perfect Nonsense Goes On In The World. Sometimes There Is No Plausibility At All

Let Me Warn You, If You Start Chasing After Views, You'll Be Left Without Bread And Without Views.

In The End Dreams Became His Life, And His Whole Life Thereafter Took A Strange Turn: One Might Say He Slept While Waking And Watched While Asleep.

It Is No Use To Blame The Looking Glass If Your Face Is Awry.