“Every word is a prejudice.”
—Human, All Too Human, “The Wanderer and His Shadow,” §55.
—Human, All Too Human, “The Wanderer and His Shadow,” §55.
It is a monstrous act of violence to begin something.
- Rainer Maria Rilke, “The Letter from the Young Worker” in Letters to A Young Poet
- Rainer Maria Rilke, “The Letter from the Young Worker” in Letters to A Young Poet
Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness. Everything passes. That is the one and only thing that I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell. Everything passes.
— Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human
— Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human
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It continued: darkness, then light; light, then darkness. I finished the wine and went out for more. I came back, undressed, got back in bed. The arrival and departure of the faces continued; I felt I was having a vision. I was being visited by hundreds of devils that the Devil Himself couldn't tolerate.
I drank more wine.
I drank more wine.