Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself. – Franz Kafka
In theory there is a possibility of perfect happiness: To believe in the indestructible element within one, and not to strive towards it. – Franz Kafka

Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself. – Franz Kafka
In theory there is a possibility of perfect happiness: To believe in the indestructible element within one, and not to strive towards it. – Franz Kafka
The history of mankind is the instant between two strides taken by a traveler. – Franz Kafka