To exist is a habit I do not despair of acquiring.

What can be said, lacks reality. Only what fails to make its way into words exists and counts.

One doesn't live in a country, one lives in a language.

What strangely enchanted tunes gush forth during those sleepless nights!

The reaction against your own thought in itself lends life to thought. How this reaction is born is hard to describe, because it identifies with the very rare intellectual tragedies. The tension, the degree and level of intensity of a thought proceeds from its internal antinomies, which in turn are derived from the unsolvable contradictions of a soul. Thought cannot solve the contradictions of the soul. As far as linear thinking is concerned, thoughts mirror themselves in other thoughts, instead of mirroring a destiny.

Skepticism is the elegance of anxiety.

The capital phenomenon, the most catastrophic disaster, is uninterrupted sleeplessness, that nothingness without release.