As far as I have seen, at school...they aimed at blotting out one's individuality.

When one has once accepted and absorbed Evil, it no longer demands to be believed.

Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate... but with his other hand he can note down what he sees among the ruins.

Writer speaks a stench.

What is meant by its nature for the highest and the best, spreads among the lowly people.

I answer one of your letters, then lie in bed in apparent calm, but my heart beats through my entire body and is conscious only of you. I belong to you; there is really no other way of expressing it, and that is not strong enough.

To every instant there is a correspondence in something outside time. This world here and now cannot be followed by a Beyond, for the Beyond is eternal, hence it cannot be in temporal contact with this world here and now.