Life is merely terrible; I feel it as few others do. Often — and in my inmost self perhaps all the time — I doubt whether I am a human being.

From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.

The Expulsion from Paradise is eternal in its principal aspect: this makes it irrevocable, and our living in this world inevitable, but the eternal nature of the process has the effect that not only could we remain forever in Paradise, but that we are currently there, whether we know it or not.

I am too tired, I must try to rest and sleep, otherwise I am lost in every respect. What an effort to keep alive! Erecting a monument does not require an expenditure of so much strength.

It's only because of their stupidity that they're able to be so sure of themselves.

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

Writing means revealing oneself to excess.