I carry the bars within me.

The thornbush is the old obstacle in the road. It must catch fire if you want to go further.

The right understanding of any matter and a misunderstanding of the same matter do not wholly exclude each other.

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

My job is unbearable to me because it conflicts with my only desire and my only calling, which is literature. Since I am nothing but literature and can and want to be nothing else, my job will never take possession of me, it may, however, shatter me completely, and this is by no means a remote possibility.

What am I doing here in this endless winter?

So long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all questions for the time being.