The true word leads; the untrue misleads.

I wanted to escape the unrest, to shut out the voices around me and within me, so I write.

I never imagined that so many days would ultimately make such a small life.

What is gayer than believing in a household god?

All science is methodolgy with regard to the Absolute. Therefore, there need be no fear of the unequivocally methodological. It isa husk, but not more than everything except the One.

In me, by myself, without human relationship, there are no visible lies. The limited circle is pure.

If the book we are reading does not wake us, as with a fist hammering on our skull, why then do we read? So that it shall make us happy? Good God, we should also be happy if we had no books, and such books as make us happy we could, if need be, write ourselves. But what we must have are those books which come upon us like ill fortune, and distress us deeply, like the death of one we love better than ourselves; like suicide. A book must be an ice-axe to break the sea frozen inside us.