The whole visible world is perhaps nothing more than the rationalization of a man who wants to find peace for a moment.

I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.

When one has once accepted and absorbed Evil, it no longer demands to be believed.

I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more

From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.

The fact that our task is exactly commensurate with our life gives it the appearance of being infinite.

The cruelty of death lies in the fact that it brings the real sorrow of the end, but not the end. The greatest cruelty of death: an apparent end causes a real sorrow. Our salvation is death, but not this one.