Two possibilities: making oneself infinitely small or being so. The second is perfection, that is to say, inactivity, the first is beginning, that is to say, action.

I have spent my life resisting the desire to end it.

The Messiah will come only when he is no longer necessary, he will come only one day after his arrival, he will not come on the last day, but on the last day of all.

If I shall exist eternally, how shall I exist tomorrow?

But what if all the tranquility, all the comfort, all the contentment were now to come to a horrifying end?

For words are magical formulae. They leave finger marks be hind on the brain, which in the twinkling of an eye become the footprints of history. One ought to watch one' s every word.

In theory there is a possibility of perfect happiness: To believe in the indestructible element within one, and not to strive towards it.