Idleness is the beginning of all vice, the crown of all virtues.
Association with human beings lures one into self-observation.
If education tries to make other persons out of us than we essentially are, deeper inside, it stultifies, and reproach matters.
I wanted to escape the unrest, to shut out the voices around me and within me, so I write.
Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.
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