There is no happiness without knowledge. But knowledge of happiness is unhappy; for knowing ourselves happy is knowing ourselves passing through happiness, and having to, immediatly at once, leave it behind. To know is to kill, in happiness as in everything. Not to know, though, is not to exist.

Could it think, the heart would stop beating.

pg.9 "In my heart there's a peaceful anguish, and my calm is made of resignation.

To think is to destroy. The very process of thought indicates it for the same thought, as thinking is decomposing.

For who expects nothing, all that comes is grateful

The end of lower art is to please, the end of average art is to raise the top, the end of superior art is to free.

I believe that saying a thing is to keep its virtues and take away its terror.