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.

Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.

How pathetically scanty my self-knowledge is compared with, say, my knowledge of my room. There is no such thing as observation of the inner world, as there is of the outer world.

Tyranny or slavery, born of selfishness, are the two educational methods of parents; all gradations of tyranny or slavery.

Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.

I do not see the world at all; I invent it.

Dread of night. Dread of not-night.