In me, by myself, without human relationship, there are no visible lies. The limited circle is pure.

In a certain sense you deny the existence of this world. You explain life as a state of rest, a state of rest in motion.

In a certain sense the Good is comfortless.

Please — consider me a dream.

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

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

The tremendous world I have inside my head. But how free myself and free it without being torn to pieces. And a thousand times rather be torn to pieces than retain it in me or bury it. That, indeed, is why I am here, that is quite clear to me.