In a certain sense the Good is comfortless.

Like tired dogs they stand there, because they use up all their strength in remaining upright in one's memory.

Some deny the existence of misery by pointing to the sun; he denies the existence of the sun by pointing to misery.

People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as 'nauseatingly miserable beyond repair'.

The dream reveals the reality which conception lags behind. That is the horror of life-the terror of art.

What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.

Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.