I lack nothing. I only needed myself.

Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune I can still feel love, an unearthly love but still for earthly objects.

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

sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.

He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.

In Paradise, as always: that which causes the sin and that which recognizes it for what it is are one. The clear conscience is Evil, which is so entirely victorious that it does not any longer consider the leap from left to right necessary.

There is a goal but no way; what we call the way is mere wavering.