There has never been a time in which I have been convinced from within myself that I am alive. You see, I have only such a fugitive awareness of things around me that I always feel they were once real and are now fleeting away. I have a constant longing, my dear sir, to catch a glimpse of things as they may have been before they show themselves to me.

If it had been possible to build the Tower of Babel without climbing it, it would have been permitted.

I never imagined that so many days would ultimately make such a small life.

A book must be the ax for the frozen sea within us.

A book should serve as an axe to the ice inside us.

Like tired dogs they stand there, because they use up all their strength in remaining upright in one's memory.

I am on the hunt for constructions. I come into a room and find them whitely merging in a corner.