What Am I Doing Here In This

Every New Discovery Is Assumed At Once Into The Sum Total Of Knowledge, And With That Ceases In A Sense To Be A Discovery; It Dissolves Into The Whole And Disappears, And One Must Have A Trained Scientific Eye Even To Recognize It After That.

The Various Forms Of Despair At The Various Stations On The Road.

From A Certain Point Onward There Is No Longer Any Turning Back. That Is The Point That Must Be Reached.

All I Am Is Literature, And I Am Not Able Or Willing To Be Anything Else.

The Crows Maintain That A Single Crow Could Destroy The Heavens. There Is No Doubt Of That, But It Proves Nothing Against The Heavens, For Heaven Simply Means: The Impossibility Of Crows.