The experience of life consists of the experience which the spirit has of itself in matter and as matter, in mind and as mind, in emotion, as emotion, etc.

What I write is different from what I say, what I say is different from what I think, what I think is different from what I ought to think and so it goes further into the deepest darkness.

Nothing, you know, gives the body greater satisfaction than ordering people about, or at least believing in one's ability to do so.

The right understanding of any matter and a misunderstanding of the same matter do not wholly exclude each other.

I am a cage, in search of a bird.

This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.

There are two cardinal human sins out of which all others derive, deviate, and dissipate: impatience and lassitude (or perhaps nonchalance). On account of impatience they are driven out of paradise; on account of lassitude or nonchalance they do not return. Perhaps, however, only one main sense of sin is given: impatience. On account of impatience they are driven out, on account of impatience they do not turn back.