By Dint Of Railing At Idiots, One

There Are Some Men Whose Only Mission Among Others Is To Act As Intermediaries; One Crosses Them Like Bridges And Keeps Going.

What An Awful Thing Life Is, Isn’t It? It’s Like Soup With Lots Of Hairs Floating On The Surface. You Have To Eat It Nevertheless.

By Dint Of Railing At Idiots, One Runs The Risk Of Becoming An Idiot Oneself.

What Is Beautiful Is Moral, That Is All There Is To It.

I Love My Work With A Frenetic And Perverse Love, As An Ascetic Loves The Hair Shirt Which Scratches His Belly.