One day, a leopard stalked into the synagogue, roaring and lashing its tail. Three weeks later, it had become part of the liturgy.

I carry the bars within me.

One must not cheat anyone, not even the world of its victory.

Either the world is so tiny or we are enormous; in either case, we fill it completely.

The delights of this life are not its own, but our fear of the ascent into a higher life; the torments of this life are not its own, but our self-torment because of that fear.

Man cannot live without a continuous confidence in something indestructible within himself.

Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.