Anyone who attempts to relate his life loses himself in the immediate. One can only speak of another.

Forms disappear, words remain, to signify the impossible.

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

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

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.

Anyone who attempts to relate his life loses himself in the immediate. One can only speak of another.

It is not by believing but by doubting that one can attain to the truth, which is ever changing form and condition.