In all nations an exceptional man exists that compensates the deficiencies of the remainder. In those moments, when humanity is found collectively in a state of decadence, there always remain those exceptional beings as point of reference.

Facts can't be recounted; much less twice over, and far less still by different persons. I've already drummed that thoroughly into your head.

To write does not mean to convert the real into words but to make the power of the word real.

Forms disappear, words remain, to signify the impossible.

The things that have come into being change continually. The man with a good memory remembers nothing because he forgets nothing.

What happens is that your wretched memory remembers the words and forgets what's behind them

Letters couldn't care less whether what is written with them is true or false.