There is a down-and-outness under true knowledge and a childlike happy arising from it.

Let me remind you of the old maxim: people under suspicion are better moving than at rest, since at rest they may be sitting in the balance without knowing it, being weighed together with their sins.

I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.

I never imagined that so many days would ultimately make such a small life.

So eager are our people to obliterate the present.

In a certain sense the Good is comfortless.

One of the first signs of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die. This life appears unbearable, another unattainable. One is no longer ashamed of wanting to die; one asks to be moved from the old cell, which one hates, to a new one, which one willl only in time come to hate. In this there is also a residue of belief that during the move the master will chance to come along the corridor, look at the prisoner and say: "This man is not to be locked up again, He is to come with me.