The relationship to one's fellow man is the relationship of prayer, the relationship to oneself is the relationship of striving; it is from prayer that one draws the strength for one's striving.

The various forms of despair at the various stations on the road.

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

Writer speaks a stench.

My job is unbearable to me because it conflicts with my only desire and my only calling, which is literature. Since I am nothing but literature and can and want to be nothing else, my job will never take possession of me, it may, however, shatter me completely, and this is by no means a remote possibility.

Work as joy, inaccessible to the psychologists.

I am in chains. Don't touch my chains.