You Can't Think On Purpose

In Life There Are No Problems, That Is, Objective And External Choices; There Is Only The Life Which We Do Not Resolve As A Problem But Which We Live As An Experience, Whatever The Final Result May Be.

When I Sit At My Table To Write, I Never Know What It's Going To Be Until I'm Under Way. I Trust In Inspiration, Which Sometimes Comes And Sometimes Doesn't. But I Don't Sit Back Waiting For It. I Work Every Day.

War Has Become An Affair Of Machines...and Soldiers Are Little More Than Clever Mechanics.

Modern Man-whether In The Womb Of The Masses, Or With His Workmates, Or With His Family, Or Alone-can Never For One Moment Forget That He Is Living In A World In Which He Is A Means And Whose End Is Not His Business.

...my Boredom Might Be Described As A Malady Affecting External Objects And Consisting Of A Withering Process; An Almost Instantaneous Loss Of Vitality--just As Though One Saw A Flower Change In A Few Seconds From A Bud To Decay And Dust.