To every instant there is a correspondence in something outside time. This world here and now cannot be followed by a Beyond, for the Beyond is eternal, hence it cannot be in temporal contact with this world here and now.

Association with human beings lures one into self-observation.

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 lack nothing. I only needed myself.

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

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

Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence... someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence, certainly never.