I Liked Human Beings, But I Did

Women Love With Their Imagination And Men With Their Senses.

Of One Thing Alone I Am Very Sure: It Is A Law Of Our Nature That The Memory Of Longing Should Survive The More Fugitive Memory Of Fulfillment.

It Is Lovely, When I Forget All Birthdays, Including My Own, To Find That Somebody Remembers Me.

Conscience Represents A Fetich To Which Good People Sacrifice Their Own Happiness, Bad People Their Neighbors'.

Nothing Is More Trying Than Nerves To People Who Have None.