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.

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

One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back into the darkness of the Ark

So then you’re free?’ ‘Yes, I’m free,’ said Karl, and nothing seemed more worthless than his freedom.

Woman, or more precisely put, perhaps, marriage, is the representative of life with which you are meant to come to terms.

They did not know what we can now guess at, contemplating the course of history: that change begins in the soul before it appears in ordinary existence.

Nothing is as deceptive as a photograph.