Across the moment, aeons speak with aeons. More than we experienced has gone by.

Who speaks of conquering? To endure is everything.

If there is anything unhealthy in your reactions, just bear in mind that sickness is the means by which an organism frees itself from what is alien; so one must simply help it to be sick, to have its whole sickness and to break out with it, since that is the way it gets better.

Who has not sat before his own heart's curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart.

You must think that something is happening upon you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; it will not let you fall.

If no one else, the dying must notice how unreal, how full of pretense, is all that we accomplish here, where nothing is allowed to be itself.

I am the rest between two notes which are somehow always in discord.