So long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all questions for the time being.

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

Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.

Evil is the starry sky of the Good.

. . . The books we need are the kind that act upon us like a misfortune, that make us suffer like the death of someone we love more than ourselves, that make us feel as though we were on the verge of suicide, or lost in a forest remote from all human habitation-a book should serve as an axe for the frozen sea within us.

My life was sweeter than other people's and my death will be more terrible by the same degree.

Either the world is so tiny or we are enormous; in either case, we fill it completely.