Woman, or more precisely put, perhaps, marriage, is the representative of life with which you are meant to come to terms. – Franz Kafka
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself. – Franz Kafka
Woman, or more precisely put, perhaps, marriage, is the representative of life with which you are meant to come to terms. – Franz Kafka
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself. – Franz Kafka
We are sinful not only because we have eaten of the Tree of Knowledge, but also because we have not yet eaten of the Tree of Life. The state in which we are is sinful, irrespective of guilt. – Franz Kafka
There are only two things. Truth and lies. Truth is indivisible, hence it cannot recognize itself anyone who wants to recognize it has to be a lie. – Franz Kafka