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

The whole visible world is perhaps nothing more than the rationalization of a man who wants to find peace for a moment.

A book must be an ice-axe to break the seas frozen inside our soul.

Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.

What I write is different from what I say, what I say is different from what I think, what I think is different from what I ought to think and so it goes further into the deepest darkness.

It is comforting to reflect that the disproportion of things in the world seems to be only arithmetical.

The delights of this life are not its own, but our fear of the ascent into a higher life; the torments of this life are not its own, but our self-torment because of that fear.