The meaning of life is that it stops.

Knowledge we have. Anyone who strives for it with particular intensity is suspect of striving against it.

The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired. Only after death, only in solitude, does a man’s true nature emerge. In death, as on the chimney sweep’s Saturday night, the soot gets washed from his body.

I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. Basically it is nothing other than this fear we have so often talked about, but fear spread to everything, fear of the greatest as of the smallest, fear, paralyzing fear of pronouncing a word, although this fear may not only be fear but also a longing for something greater than all that is fearful.

We need the books that affect us like a disaster

True undoubting is the teacher's part, continual undoubting the part of the pupil.

The ulterior motives with which you absorb and assimilate Evil are not your own but those of Evil.