Sleep seems to hammer out for me the logical conclusions of my vague days, and offer them to me as dreams.

Whatever men you take, keep the idea of man intact: let your soul wait whether your body does or not.

If only we could live two lives: the first in which to make one's mistakes, and the second in which to profit by them.

I cannot get any sense of an enemy - only of a disaster.

The acrid scents of autumn, Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear

So as long as you can forget your body you are happy and the moment you begin to be aware of your body, you are wretched. So if civilization is any good, it has to help us forget our bodies, and then time passes happily without our knowing it. Help us get rid of our bodies altogether.

Comes over one an absolute necessity to move. And what is more, to move in some particular direction. A double necessity then: to get on the move, and to know whither.