In the struggle between yourself and the world second the world.

The meaning of life is that it stops.

In theory there is a possibility of perfect happiness: To believe in the indestructible element within one, and not to strive towards it.

Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.

As far as I have seen, at school...they aimed at blotting out one's individuality.

German is my mother tongue and as such more natural to me, but I consider Czech much more affectionate, which is why your letter removes several uncertainties; I see you more clearly, the movements of your body, your hands, so quick, so resolute, it’s almost like a meeting.

The delights of this life are not its own, but our fear of the ascent into a higher life; the torments of this life are not its own, but our self-torment because of that fear.