If education tries to make other persons out of us than we essentially are, deeper inside, it stultifies, and reproach matters.

All language is but a poor translation.

There sat I, a faded being, under faded leaves.

In Paradise, as always: that which causes the sin and that which recognizes it for what it is are one. The clear conscience is Evil, which is so entirely victorious that it does not any longer consider the leap from left to right necessary.

This noble body, equipped with everything necessary, almost to the point of bursting, also appeared to carry freedom around with it.

It requires enormous presence of mind or rather quickness of wit, when opening your eyes to seize hold as it were of everything in the room at exactly the same place where you had let it go on the previous evening. That is why the moment of waking up was the riskiest moment of the day. Once that was well over without deflecting you from your orbit, you could take heart of grace for the rest of the day.

Evil is whatever distracts.