the cynic is a coward. He foresees all barrenness so that barrenness can never surprise him.
destruction is ultimately self-destruction.
Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.
We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss.
The period without the diary remains an ordeal. Every evening I want my diary as one wants opium.
Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite.