The observer of the soul cannot penetrate into the soul, but there doubtless is a margin where he comes into contact with it. Recognition of this contact is the fact that even the soul does not know of itself. Hence it must remain unknown. That would be sad only if there were anything apart from the soul, but there is nothing else.
Franz KafkaUtterance does not in principle mean a weakening of conviction--that would not be anything to be deplored--but a weakness of conviction.
Franz KafkaI can't feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside the very private spring of my head.
Franz KafkaFrom outside one will always triumphantly impress theories upon the world and then fall straight into the ditch one has dug, but only from inside will one keep oneself and the world quiet and true.
Franz Kafka