The notion of the infinite expanse and copiousness of the cosmos is the result of the mixture, carried to the extreme limit, of laborious creation and free self-determination.

I need solitude for my writing; not 'like a hermit' - that wouldn't be enough - but like a dead man.

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

What am I doing here in this endless winter?

That's how it will be, except that in reality, both today and later, one will stand there with a palpable body and a real head, a real forehead, that is, for smiting on with one's hand.

It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.

there is nothing bad to fear; once you have crossed that threshold, all is well. Another world, and you do not have to speak