The true word leads; the untrue misleads.

That's how it will be, except that in reality, both today and later, one will stand there with a palpable body and a real head, a real forehead, that is, for smiting on with one's hand.

People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as 'nauseatingly miserable beyond repair'.

A stair not worn hollow by footsteps is, regarded from its own point of view, only a boring something made of wood.

I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.

Sometimes I think I can expiate all my past and future sins through the aching of my bones.

If you become involved with me, you will be throwing yourself into the abyss.