Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.

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

What's happened to me,' he thought. It was no dream.

But eternity is not temporality at a standstill. What is oppressive about the concept of the eternal is the justification, incomprehensible to us, that time must undergo in eternity and the logical conclusion of that, the justification of ourselves as we are.

Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

They did not know what we can now guess at, contemplating the course of history: that change begins in the soul before it appears in ordinary existence.

I do not see the world at all; I invent it.