Heaven is dumb, echoing only the dumb.

Not everyone can see the truth, but he can be it.

So eager are our people to obliterate the present.

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

There are some things one can only achieve by a deliberate leap in the opposite direction.

This inescapable duty to observe oneself: if someone else is observing me, naturally I have to observe myself too; if none observe me, I have to observe myself all the closer.

Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.