By imposing too great a responsibility, or rather, all responsibility, on yourself, you crush yourself.

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

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

Evil is the radiation of the human consciousness in certain transitional positions. It is not actually the sensual world that is amere appearance; what is so is the evil of it, which, admittedly, is what constitutes the sensual world in our eyes.

I am a cage, in search of a bird.

Every word first looks around in every direction before letting itself be written down by me.

I have no memory for things I have learned, nor things I have read, nor things experienced or heard, neither for people nor events; I feel that I have experienced nothing, learned nothing, that I actually know less than the average schoolboy, and that what I do know is superficial, and that every second question is beyond me. I am incapable of thinking deliberately; my thoughts run into a wall. I can grasp the essence of things in isolation, but I am quite incapable of coherent, unbroken thinking. I can't even tell a story properly; in fact, I can scarcely talk.