Art begins with resistance – at the point where resistance is overcome. No human masterpiece has ever been created without great labor.
The want of logic annoys. Too much logic bores. Life eludes logic, and everything that logic alone constructs remains artificial and forced.
What would there be in a story of happiness? Only what prepares it, only what destroys it can be told.
Everything has been said before, but since nobody listens we have to keep going back and beginning all over again.
