Hold fast to the diary from today on! Write regularly! Don't surrender! Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it every moment.

Life is merely terrible; I feel it as few others do. Often — and in my inmost self perhaps all the time — I doubt whether I am a human being.

A man of action forced into a state of thought is unhappy until he can get out of it.

Art flies around truth, but with the definite intention of not getting burnt. Its capacity lies in finding in the dark void a place where the beam of light can be intensely caught, without this having been perceptible before.

The meaning of life is that it stops.

Knowledge we have. Anyone who strives for it with particular intensity is suspect of striving against it.

Sometimes I think I can expiate all my past and future sins through the aching of my bones.