At that point I asked myself: How is it that she is not amazed at herself, that she keeps her lips closed and makes no such remark?

Every word first looks around in every direction before letting itself be written down by me.

The state we find ourselves in is sinful quite independent of guilt.

The true way goes over a rope which is not stretched at any great height but just above the ground. It seems more designed to make people stumble than to be walked upon.

Anyone who believes cannot experience miracles. By day one does not see any stars. Anyone who does miracles says: I cannot let goof the earth.

Books are a narcotic.

Art is for the artist is only suffering through which he releases himself for further suffering.