Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.

One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back into the darkness of the Ark

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.

Torment yourself as little as possible, then you'll torment me less.

The more horses you yoke the quicker everything will go - not the rending of the block from its foundation, which is impossible, but the snapping of the traces and with that the gay and empty journey.

I lack nothing. I only needed myself.

Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate... but with his other hand he can note down what he sees among the ruins.