Pessimists are not boring. Pessimists are right. Pessimists are superfluous.

There emanates from superlatives a destructive force.

I would like to become tolerant without overlooking anything, persecute no one even when all people persecute me; become better without noticing it; become sadder, but enjoy living; become more serene, be happy in others; belong to no one, grow in everyone; love the best, comfort the worst; not even hate myself anymore.

You draw closer to truth by shutting yourself off from mankind.

A 'modern' man has nothing to add to modernism, if only because he has nothing to oppose it with. The well-adapted drop off the dead limb of time like lice.

Everything one records contains a grain of hope, no matter how deeply it may come from despair.

People love as self-recognition what they hate as an accusation.