I Stick My Finger Into Existence And

It Is Tragic-comic To See That All This Knowledge And Understanding Exercises No Power At All Over Men's Lives, That Their Lives Do Not Express In The Remotest Way What They Have Understood, But Rather The Opposite.

Everyone Looks The Same To Me In A Photograph: Stupid.

The Thinker Without A Paradox Is Like A Lover Without A Feeling: A Paltry Mediocrity.

Pleasure Disappoints; Possibility Never.

If I Were To Wish For Anything, I Should Not Wish For Wealth And Power, But For The Passionate Sense Of The Potential, For The Eye Which, Ever Young And Ardent, Sees The Possible. Pleasure Disappoints, Possibility Never. And What Wine Is So Sparkling, What So Fragrant, What So Intoxicating, As Possibility!