Going to pieces. To go to pieces so pointlessly and unnecessarily.

The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.

it was like this. the brain could no longer bear the worries and pains that were imposed on it. it said: "i'm giving up; but if there is anyone else here who is interested in preserving the whole, let him assume part of my burden and it will be alright for a bit.

In a certain sense you deny the existence of this world. You explain life as a state of rest, a state of rest in motion.

How can one take delight in the world unless one flees to it for refuge?

Do not waste your time looking for an obstacle - maybe there is none.

The history of the world, as it is written and handed down by word of mouth, often fails us completely; but man's intuitive capacity, though it often misleads, does lead, does not ever abandon one.