If there was no death, everyone would wish for it.

Ugh! How many stories about love, copulation, marriage and death already exist, not one of which tells the truth! How sick I am of well-constructed plots and brilliant writing!

I have finally learned that I must remain silent as much as possible. I must always keep my thoughts to myself.

The sign of our time is that the dignity of the human personality has no place: the age is, as are its laws, impersonal, its heart as of stone... . Yet on arrest, in the name of these laws, we die like dogs, neither executioner nor victim making a sound. Because he has to gasp for air all his life, panting for breath is the man of today's only way out.

I write only for my shadow which is cast on the wall in front of the light. I must introduce myself to it.

[Death is] the best asylum for pains and sorrows and troubles and the injustices of life.

The presence of death annihilates all superstitions. We are the children of death, and it is death that rescues us from the deceptions of life. In the midst of life he calls us and summons us to him.