What a fate: to be condemned to work for a firm where the slightest negligence at once gave rise to the gravest suspicion! Were all the employees nothing but a bunch of scoundrels, was there not among them one single loyal devoted man who, had he wasted only an hour or so of the firm's time in the morning, was so tormented by conscience as to be driven out of his mind and actually incapable of leaving his bed?

The fact that our task is exactly commensurate with our life gives it the appearance of being infinite.

Self-control means wanting to be effective at some random point in the infinite radiations of my spiritual existence.

Knowledge we have. Anyone who strives for it with particular intensity is suspect of striving against it.

A stair not worn hollow by footsteps is, regarded from its own point of view, only a boring something made of wood.

The existence of the writer is an argument against the existence of the soul, for the soul has obviously taken flight from the real ego, but not improved itself, only become a writer.

All knowledge, the totality of all questions and all answers, is contained in the dog. If one could but realize this knowledge, if one could but bring it into the light of day, if we dogs would but own that we know infinitely more than we admit to ourselves!