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.

Knowledge we have. Anyone who strives for it with particular intensity is suspect of striving against it.

I, however, cannot force myself to use "meat drugs" to cheat on my loneliness.

Humility provides everyone, even him who despairs in solitude, with the strongest relationship to his fellow man.

There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.

The true word leads; the untrue misleads.

It would be very unjust to say that you deserted me, but that I was deserted, and sometimes terribly so, is true.