There emanates from superlatives a destructive force.

It is always the enemy who started it, even if he was not the first to speak out, he was certainly planning it; and if he was not actually planning it, he was thinking of it; and, if he was not thinking of it, he would have thought of it.

...how could I, fool that I am, go on sitting in my office, or here at home, instead of leaping onto a train with my eyes shut and opening them only when I am with you?

Whenever you observe an animal closely, you feel as if a human being sitting inside were making fun of you.

Slumbering in every human being lies an infinity of possibilities, which one must not arouse in vain. For it is terrible when the whole man resonates with echoes and echoes, none becoming a real voice.

One should use praise to recognize what one is not.

The process of writing has something infinite about it. Even though it is interrupted each night, it is one single notation.