That's how it will be, except that in reality, both today and later, one will stand there with a palpable body and a real head, a real forehead, that is, for smiting on with one's hand.

They're talking about things of which they don't have the slightest understanding, anyway. It's only because of their stupidity that they're able to be so sure of themselves.

But what if all the tranquility, all the comfort, all the contentment were now to come to a horrifying end?

I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.

A stair not worn hollow by footsteps is, regarded from its own point of view, only a boring something made of wood.

Suffering is the positive element in this world, indeed it is the only link between this world and the positive.

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