In theory there is a possibility of perfect happiness: To believe in the indestructible element within one, and not to strive towards it.

No," said the priest, "you don't need to accept everything as true, you only have to accept it as necessary." "Depressing view," said K. "The lie made into the rule of the world.

I can once more carry on a conversation with myself, and don't stare so into complete emptiness. Only in this way is there any possibility of improvement for me.

I am in chains. Don't touch my chains.

I am away from home and must always write home, even if any home of mine has long since floated away into eternity.

Every new discovery is assumed at once into the sum total of knowledge, and with that ceases in a sense to be a discovery; it dissolves into the whole and disappears, and one must have a trained scientific eye even to recognize it after that.

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.