Art is for the artist is only suffering through which he releases himself for further suffering.
This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.
We need the books that affect us like a disaster
True undoubting is the teacher's part, continual undoubting the part of the pupil.
He who seeks does not find, but he who does not seek will be found.
I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.