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

I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.

What's happened to me,' he thought. It was no dream.

This noble body, equipped with everything necessary, almost to the point of bursting, also appeared to carry freedom around with it.

If there is a transmigration of souls then I am not yet on the bottom rung. My life is a hesitation before birth.

So then you’re free?’ ‘Yes, I’m free,’ said Karl, and nothing seemed more worthless than his freedom.

The delights of this life are not its own, but our fear of the ascent into a higher life; the torments of this life are not its own, but our self-torment because of that fear.