I can once more carry on a conversation with myself, and don't stare so into complete emptiness. Only in this way is there any possibility of improvement for me.

There's an infinite amount of hope but not for us.

Our art is a way of being dazzled by truth: the light on the grotesquely grimacing retreating face is true, and nothing else.

And so gentlemen, I learned. Oh, if you have to learn, you learn; if you’re desperate for a way out, you learn; you learn pitilessly. You stand over yourself with a whip in your hand; if there’s the least resistance, you lash yourself.

He who does not answer the questions has passed the test.

Suffering is the positive element in this world, indeed it is the only link between this world and the positive.

You see, I have only such a fugitive awareness of things around me that I always feel they were once real and are now fleeting away.