I'm thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.

You are so vulnerably haunting. Your eeriness is terrifyingly irresistible.

I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.

The indestructible is one: it is each individual human being and, at the same time, it is common to all, hence the incomparably indivisible union that exists between human beings.

First impressions are always unreliable.

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

Woman, or more precisely put, perhaps, marriage, is the representative of life with which you are meant to come to terms.