I Am Finding It Very

We Have All Been Beaten! Each One Has To Bear His Misfortune! Resign Yourself!

It's A Delicious Thing To Write. To Be No Longer Yourself But To Move In An Entire Universe Of Your Own Creating.

Reality Does Not Conform To The Ideal, But Confirms It.

The Rage For Wanting To Conclude Is One Of The Most Deadly And Most Fruitless Manias To Befall Humanity. Each Religion And Each Philosophy Has Pretended To Have God To Itself, To Measure The Infinite, And To Know The Recipe For Happiness. What Arrogance And What Nonsense! I See, To The Contrary, That The Greatest Geniuses And The Greatest Works Have Never Concluded.

Me And My Books In The Same Apartment, Like A Gherkin In Its Vinegar.