Evil is the radiation of the human consciousness in certain transitional positions. It is not actually the sensual world that is amere appearance; what is so is the evil of it, which, admittedly, is what constitutes the sensual world in our eyes.

Every one of us has a bad conscience, which he tries to escape by going to sleep as quickly as possible.

Humility provides everyone, even him who despairs in solitude, with the strongest relationship to his fellow man.

There's an infinite amount of hope but not for us.

There is a destination but no way there; what we refer to as way is hesitation.

Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence... someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence, certainly never.

Every word first looks around in every direction before letting itself be written down by me.