The chaos of the mind cannot constitute a reply to the providence of the universe. All it can be is an awakening in the night, where all that can be heard is anguished poetry let loose.

In what will survive me I am in harmony with my annihilation.

You perhaps now know that desire reduces us to pulp.

The essence of morality is a questioning about morality; and the decisive move of human life is to use ceaselessly all light to look for the origin of the opposition between good and evil.

Each of us is incomplete compared to someone else - an animal's incomplete compared to a person... and a person compared to God, who is complete only to be imaginary.

The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth.

Naturally, love's the most distant possibility.