I had already experienced plenty of loneliness. Now I sensed that even deeper loneliness existed, and that it was inescapable. Demian
The color of truth is grey. Autumn Leaves
Everywhere soldiering entails the same busily empty monotony; hour after hour is mapped out in accordance with inflexible, antediluvian regulations, and even one's leisure does not seem to offer much in the way of variety. In the officers' mess the same faces, the same conversation; at the cafe the same games of cards and billiards. Beware of Pity
The artist, like the God of creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
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