When one has once accepted and absorbed Evil, it no longer demands to be believed.
I am free and that is why I am lost.
It receives you when you come and dismisses you when you go.
The man in ecstasy and the man drowning: both raise their arms.
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.
The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired. Only after death, only in solitude, does a man’s true nature emerge. In death, as on the chimney sweep’s Saturday night, the soot gets washed from his body.