The true word leads; the untrue misleads.

If this is what you came for, then I didn't send for you. Kafka (note to himself in journal)

Martyrs do not underrate the body, they allow it to be elevated on the cross. In this they are at one with their antagonists.

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

Life's splendor forever lies in wait about each one of us in all its fullness, but veiled from view, deep down, invisible, far off. It is there, though, not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If you summon it by the right word, by its right name, it will come.

People keep themselves at a tolerable height above an infernal abyss toward which they gravitate only by putting out all their strength and lovingly helping one another. They are tied together by ropes, and it's bad enough when the ropes around an individual loosen and he drops somewhat lower than the others into empty space; ghastly when the ropes break and he falls. That's why we should cling to the others.

The history of the world, as it is written and handed down by word of mouth, often fails us completely; but man's intuitive capacity, though it often misleads, does lead, does not ever abandon one.