You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
You, who can’t do anything, think you can bring off something like that? How can you even dare to think about it? If you were capable of it, you certainly wouldn’t be in need of it.
Life is merely terrible; I feel it as few others do. Often – and in my inmost self perhaps all the time – I doubt whether I am a human being.
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.
All that you are seeking is also seeking you.
I never wish to be easily defined.
Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.
Kill me, or you are a murderer.
By imposing too great a responsibility, or rather, all responsibility, on yourself, you crush yourself.
I’m thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.
Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
The history of mankind is the instant between two strides taken by a traveler.
My ‘fear’ is my substance, and probably the best part of me.
Adam’s first domestic pet after the expulsion from Paradise was the serpent.
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
I never imagined that so many days would ultimately make such a small life.
I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.
I do not see the world at all; I invent it.
Not everyone can see the truth, but they can be it.
If education tries to make other persons out of us than we essentially are, deeper inside, it stultifies, and reproach matters.