One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in his bed he had been changed into a monstrous bug.

It is comforting to reflect that the disproportion of things in the world seems to be only arithmetical.

I wanted to escape the unrest, to shut out the voices around me and within me, so I write.

there is nothing bad to fear; once you have crossed that threshold, all is well. Another world, and you do not have to speak

We are separated from God on two sides; the Fall separates us from Him, the Tree of Life separates Him from us.

There is a down-and-outness under true knowledge and a childlike happy arising from it.

The true way goes over a rope which is not stretched at any great height but just above the ground. It seems more designed to make people stumble than to be walked upon.