After having struggled madly to solve all problems, after having suffered on the heights of despair, in the supreme hour of revelation, you will find that the only answer, the only reality, is silence.

Ideas come as you walk, Nietzsche said. Walking dissipates thoughts, Shankara taught.

Wisdom disguises our wounds; it teaches us how to bleed in secret.

I live only because it is in my power to die when I choose to: without the idea of suicide, I'd have killed myself right away.

One is and remains a slave as long as one is not cured of hoping.

Only those moments count, when the desire to remain by yourself is so powerful that you'd prefer to blow your brains out than exchange a word with someone.

Skepticism is the sadism of embittered souls.