Children Play Soldier. That Makes Sense. But

I Don't Like To Meddle In My Private Affairs.

If Someone Calls Me Vain And Mean, I Know That He Trusts Me And Has Something To Confess To Me.

When I Don't Make Any Progress, It Is Because I Have Bumped Into The Wall Of Language. Then I Draw Back With A Bloody Head. And Would Like To Go On.

The World Is A Prison In Which Solitary Confinement Is Preferable.

Contemporaries Live From Second Hand To Mouth.