May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

Utterance does not in principle mean a weakening of conviction--that would not be anything to be deplored--but a weakness of conviction.

And I leave my post of observation and find I have had enough of this outside life; I feel that there is nothing more that I can learn here, either now or at any time. And I long to say a last goodbye to everything up here, to go down into my burrow never to return again, let things take their course, and not try to retard them with my profitless vigils.

One must fight to get to the top, especially if one starts at the bottom.

This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.

What is meant by its nature for the highest and the best, spreads among the lowly people.

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