Life Is An Empty Dream.

And I Have Written Three Books On The Soul, Proving Absurd All Written Hitherto, And Putting Us To Ignorance Again.

Take Away Love And Our Earth Is A Tomb.

One May Do Whatever One Likes. In Art, The Only Thing Is, To Make Sure That One Does Like It.

He Who Did Well In War Just Earns The Right, To Begin Doing Well In Peace.

But What If I Fail Of My Purpose Here? It Is But To Keep The Nerves At Strain, To Dry One's Eyes And Laugh At A Fall, And Baffled, Get Up And Begin Again.