It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.

It is comforting to reflect that the disproportion of things in the world seems to be only arithmetical.

The various forms of despair at the various stations on the road.

There they lay, but not in the forgetfulness of the previous night. She was seeking and he was seeking, they raged and contorted their faces and bored their heads into each others bosom in the urgency of seeking something, and their embraces and their tossing limbs did not avail to make them forget, but only reminded them of what they sought

You too have weapons.

The truth is always an abyss.

You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.