One Morning, As Gregor Samsa

I Usually Solve Problems By Letting Them Devour Me.

The Truth Is Always An Abyss. One Must — As In A Swimming Pool — Dare To Dive From The Quivering Springboard Of Trivial Everyday Experience And Sink Into The Depths, In Order To Later Rise Again — Laughing And Fighting For Breath — To The Now Doubly Illuminated Surface Of Things.

You Can Choose To Be Free , But It's Last Decision You'll Ever Make

In A Certain Sense The Good Is Comfortless.

He Is Terribly Afraid Of Dying Because He Hasn’t Yet Lived.