My Language Is The Common

My Respect For The Inconsiderable Is Assuming Gigantic Dimensions.

When I Don't Make Any Progress, It Is Because I Have Bumped Into The Wall Of Language. Then I Draw Back With A Bloody Head. And Would Like To Go On.

Christian Morality Prefers Remorse To Precede Lust, And Then Lust Not To Follow.

Nothing Is More Horrible Than My Self In The Mirror Of Hysteria. Nothing Is More Vulgar Than My Style In The Hands Of Another. Toimitate Me Is To Punish Me.

A School Without Grades Must Have Been Concocted By Someone Who Was Drunk On Non-alcoholic Wine.