I am on the hunt for constructions. I come into a room and find them whitely merging in a corner.

No matter how much you keep encouraging someone who is blindfolded to stare through the cloth, he still won’t see a thing.".

The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired. Only after death, only in solitude, does a man’s true nature emerge. In death, as on the chimney sweep’s Saturday night, the soot gets washed from his body.

Officials are highly educated but one-sided; in his own department an official can grasp whole trains of thought from a single word, but let him have something from another department explained to him ... he won't understand a word of it.

Association with human beings lures one into self-observation.

Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.

And I leave my post of observation and find I have had enough of this outside life; I feel that there is nothing more that I can learn here, either now or at any time. And I long to say a last goodbye to everything up here, to go down into my burrow never to return again, let things take their course, and not try to retard them with my profitless vigils.