I am more uncertain than I ever was; I feel only the power of life. And I am senselessly empty.

Writing is a sweet, wonderful reward.

Two tasks at the beginning of your life: to narrow your orbit more and more, and ever and again to check whether you are not in hiding somewhere outside your orbit.

I won't give up the diary again. I must hold on here, it is the only place I can.

Evil is the radiation of the human consciousness in certain transitional positions. It is not actually the sensual world that is amere appearance; what is so is the evil of it, which, admittedly, is what constitutes the sensual world in our eyes.

My life was sweeter than other people's and my death will be more terrible by the same degree.

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.