I am away from home and must always write home, even if any home of mine has long since floated away into eternity.

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

They say ignorance is bliss.... they're wrong

A book should serve as an axe to the ice inside us.

Hold fast to the diary from today on! Write regularly! Don't surrender! Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it every moment.

I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.

You can hold yourself back from the sufferings of the world, that is something you are free to do and it accords with your nature, but perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering you could avoid.