I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more
Franz KafkaIt is only our conception of time that makes us call the Last Judgement by this name. It is, in fact, a kind of martial law.
Franz KafkaAnyone who believes cannot experience miracles. By day one does not see any stars. Anyone who does miracles says: I cannot let goof the earth.
Franz Kafka