The state we find ourselves in is sinful quite independent of guilt.

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.

Anyone who believes cannot experience miracles. By day one does not see any stars. Anyone who does miracles says: I cannot let goof the earth.

I hate everything that does not relate to literature, conversations bore me (even if they relate to literature), to visit people bores me, the sorrows and joys of my relatives bore me to the very soul. Conversation takes the importance, the seriousness, the truth, out of everything I think.

Religions get lost as people do.

Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.

You're not cross with me, though?" he said. She pulled her hand away and answered, "No, no, I'm never cross with anyone.