The purpose of a story is to be an axe that breaks up the ice within us.

Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.

We live in an age which is so possessed by demons, that soon we shall only be able to do goodness and justice in the deepest secrecy, as if it were a crime.

You see, I have only such a fugitive awareness of things around me that I always feel they were once real and are now fleeting away.

A picture of my existence... would show a useless wooden stake covered in snow... stuck loosely at a slant in the ground in a ploughed field on the edge of a vast open plain on a dark winter night.

If all responsibility is imposed on you, then you may want to exploit the moment and want to be overwhelmed by the responsibility;yet if you try, you will notice that nothing was imposed on you, but that you are yourself this responsibility.

Work as joy, inaccessible to the psychologists.