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

I have no memory for things I have learned, nor things I have read, nor things experienced or heard, neither for people nor events; I feel that I have experienced nothing, learned nothing, that I actually know less than the average schoolboy, and that what I do know is superficial, and that every second question is beyond me. I am incapable of thinking deliberately; my thoughts run into a wall. I can grasp the essence of things in isolation, but I am quite incapable of coherent, unbroken thinking. I can't even tell a story properly; in fact, I can scarcely talk.

Martyrs do not underrate the body, they allow it to be elevated on the cross. In this they are at one with their antagonists.

I no longer know If I wish to drown myself in love, vodka or the sea.

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

What is gayer than believing in a household god?

What do I have in common with Jews? I don't even have anything in common with myself.