I hate everything that does not relate to literature, conversations bore me (even if they relate to literature), to visit people bores me, the sorrows and joys of my relatives bore me to the very soul. Conversation takes the importance, the seriousness, the truth, out of everything I think.

And I leave my post of observation and find I have had enough of this outside life; I feel that there is nothing more that I can learn here, either now or at any time. And I long to say a last goodbye to everything up here, to go down into my burrow never to return again, let things take their course, and not try to retard them with my profitless vigils.

The ulterior motives with which you absorb and assimilate Evil are not your own but those of Evil.

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

I believe that we should read only those books that bite and sting us. If a book we are reading does not rouse us with a blow to the head, then why read it?

I made the remark that I don't avoid people in order to live quietly, but rather in order to be able to die quietly.

We are separated from God on two sides; the Fall separates us from Him, the Tree of Life separates Him from us.