But what if all the tranquility, all the comfort, all the contentment were now to come to a horrifying end?

There are two cardinal human sins out of which all others derive, deviate, and dissipate: impatience and lassitude (or perhaps nonchalance). On account of impatience they are driven out of paradise; on account of lassitude or nonchalance they do not return. Perhaps, however, only one main sense of sin is given: impatience. On account of impatience they are driven out, on account of impatience they do not turn back.

Productivity is being able to do things that you were never able to do before.

The more horses you yoke the quicker everything will go - not the rending of the block from its foundation, which is impossible, but the snapping of the traces and with that the gay and empty journey.

But questions that don’t answer themselves at the very moment of their asking are never answered.

I believe that we should read only those books that bite and sting us. If a book we are reading does not rouse us with a blow to the head, then why read it?

Because of impatience we were driven out [of Paradise]; because of impatience we cannot return.