I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more
Franz KafkaThe true way goes over a rope which is not stretched at any great height but just above the ground. It seems more designed to make people stumble than to be walked upon.
Franz KafkaBecause of impatience we were driven out [of Paradise]; because of impatience we cannot return.
Franz Kafka