Those Who Are Devoid Of Purpose Will

God Is Dead; But Given The Way Of Men, There May Still Be Caves For Thousands Of Years In Which His Shadow Will Be Shown. And We - We Still Have To Vanquish His Shadow, Too.

One Must First Be Firmly Set In Oneself, One Must Stand Securely On One's Own Two Legs Otherwise One Cannot Love At All.

Pitch-black Winter Nights Live In My Bones.

Great Indebtedness Does Not Make Men Grateful, But Vengeful; And If A Little Charity Is Not Forgotten, It Turns Into A Gnawing Worm.

No One Can Draw More Out Of Things, Books Included, Than He Already Knows. A Man Has No Ears For That To Which Experience Has Given Him No Access.