The door could not be heard slamming; they had probably left it open, as is the custom in homes where a great misfortune has occurred.

It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.

Do not waste your time looking for an obstacle - maybe there is none.

Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence... someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence, certainly never.

The Messiah will come only when he is no longer necessary, he will come only one day after his arrival, he will not come on the last day, but on the last day of all.

Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.

Books are a narcotic.