Mind, even more deadly to empires than to individuals, erodes them, compromises their solidity.
The only free mind is one that, pure of all intimacy with beings or objects, plies its own vacuity.
Torment, for some men, is a need, an appetite, and an accomplishment.
If there is anyone who owes everything to Bach, it is certainly God.
We must suffer to the end, to the moment when we stop believing in suffering.
Not to be born is undoubtedly the best plan of all. Unfortunately, it is within no one's reach.