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 see, these books are probably law books, and it is an essential part of the justice dispensed here that you should be condemned not only in innocence but also in ignorance.

Maybe innocence makes its way easiest through the elemental chaos of this world.

My 'fear' is my substance, and probably the best part of me.

This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.

One must fight to get to the top, especially if one starts at the bottom.

Association with human beings lures one into self-observation.