From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.

If something good has lost its way into you, it will make its escape overnight. I know you.

It would be very unjust to say that you deserted me, but that I was deserted, and sometimes terribly so, is true.

I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.

Self-control means wanting to be effective at some random point in the infinite radiations of my spiritual existence.

If you become involved with me, you will be throwing yourself into the abyss.

Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.