Conscious Of Not Being Able To Separate

There Is But One Truly Serious Philosophical Problem And That Is Suicide.

Believe Me There Is No Such Thing As Great Suffering, Great Regret, Great Memory....everything Is Forgotten, Even A Great Love. That's What's Sad About Life, And Also What's Wonderful About It. There Is Only A Way Of Looking At Things, A Way That Comes To You Every Once In A While. That's Why It's Good To Have Had Love In Your Life After All, To Have Had An Unhappy Passion- It Gives You An Alibi For The Vague Despairs We All Suffer From.

And Real Nobility (that Of The Heart) Is Based On Scorn, Courage, And Profound Indifference.

As Soon As One Does Not Kill Oneself, One Must Keep Silent About Life.

The Real Passion Of The Twentieth Century Is Servitude.