No sooner said than done - so acts your man of worth.

Writers speak stench.

There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe ... but not for us.

The more horses you yoke the quicker everything will go - not the rending of the block from its foundation, which is impossible, but the snapping of the traces and with that the gay and empty journey.

Self-control means wanting to be effective at some random point in the infinite radiations of my spiritual existence.

We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.

One must not cheat anyone, not even the world of its victory.