Art is for the artist is only suffering through which he releases himself for further suffering.

The more horses you yoke the quicker everything will go - not the rending of the block from its foundation, which is impossible, but the snapping of the traces and with that the gay and empty journey.

The door could not be heard slamming; they had probably left it open, as is the custom in homes where a great misfortune has occurred.

Religions get lost as people do.

The dream reveals the reality which conception lags behind. That is the horror of life-the terror of art.

Association with human beings lures one into self-observation.

I have no memory for things I have learned, nor things I have read, nor things experienced or heard, neither for people nor events; I feel that I have experienced nothing, learned nothing, that I actually know less than the average schoolboy, and that what I do know is superficial, and that every second question is beyond me. I am incapable of thinking deliberately; my thoughts run into a wall. I can grasp the essence of things in isolation, but I am quite incapable of coherent, unbroken thinking. I can't even tell a story properly; in fact, I can scarcely talk.