Torment yourself as little as possible, then you'll torment me less.

Evil is the starry sky of the Good.

All language is but a poor translation.

I, however, cannot force myself to use "meat drugs" to cheat on my loneliness.

The true way goes over a rope which is not stretched at any great height but just above the ground. It seems more designed to make people stumble than to be walked upon.

Only the moment counts. It determines life.

If the book we are reading does not wake us, as with a fist hammering on our skull, why then do we read? So that it shall make us happy? Good God, we should also be happy if we had no books, and such books as make us happy we could, if need be, write ourselves. But what we must have are those books which come upon us like ill fortune, and distress us deeply, like the death of one we love better than ourselves; like suicide. A book must be an ice-axe to break the sea frozen inside us.