The more absurd life is, the more insupportable death is.
A man who is free is like a mangy sheep in a herd. He will contaminate my entire kingdom and ruin my work.
People who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?
One cannot become a saint when one works sixteen hours a day.
My eyes feel all soft, all soft as flesh. I'm going to sleep.
One could only damage oneself through the harm one did to others. One could never get directly at oneself.