It Is, All In All,

I Also Believe That Few People Remain Completely Untouched By The Thought That Instead Of The Life They Lead There Might Also Be Another, Where All Actions Proceed From A Very Personal State Of Excitement. Where Actions Have Meanings, Not Just Causes. And Where A Person, To Use A Trivial Word, Is Happy, And Not Just Nervously Tormenting Himself.

Have We Not Huddled In Bunkers, While Some Premonition Of Tomorrow Hung In The Air And A Comrade Started Singing? Oh, It Felt So Melancholy! And It Was Kitsch.

You Proclaim That One Should Die For The Highest Virtues, Because You Take It For Granted That Nobody's Been Living For Them, Not Even For A Single Hour.

All Still Lifes Are Actually Paintings Of The World On The Sixth Day Of Creation, When God And The World Were Alone Together, Without Man!

Stupidity Is Active In Every Direction, And Can Dress Up In All The Clothes Of Truth. Truth, On The Other Hand, Has For Every Occasion Only One Dress And One Path, And Is Always At A Disadvantage.