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

Knowledge we have. Anyone who strives for it with particular intensity is suspect of striving against it.

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.

It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.

Everyone carries a room about inside him. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one’s ears and listens, say in the night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened to the wall.

Always first draw fresh breath after outbursts of vanity and complacency.

I no longer know If I wish to drown myself in love, vodka or the sea.