My peers, lately, have found companionship through means of intoxication - it makes them sociable. I, however, cannot force myself to use drugs to cheat on my loneliness - it is all that I have - and when the drugs and alcohol dissipate, will be all that my peers have as well.

The dream reveals the reality which conception lags behind. That is the horror of life-the terror of art.

I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.

If education tries to make other persons out of us than we essentially are, deeper inside, it stultifies, and reproach matters.

Death confronts us not unlike the historical battle scene that hangs on the wall of the classroom. It is our task to obscure or quite obliterate the picture by our deeds while we are still in this world.

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

Start with what is right rather than what is acceptable.