And so gentlemen, I learned. Oh, if you have to learn, you learn; if you’re desperate for a way out, you learn; you learn pitilessly. You stand over yourself with a whip in your hand; if there’s the least resistance, you lash yourself.
In a way, I was safe writing
There is a destination but no way there; what we refer to as way is hesitation.
There is a goal but no way; what we call the way is mere wavering.
The true way goes over a line that, rather than spanning heights, is hardly above the ground. It appears more decidedly to make one trip than to be walked along.
I can once more carry on a conversation with myself, and don't stare so into complete emptiness. Only in this way is there any possibility of improvement for me.
Written kisses never arrive at their destination; the ghosts drink them up along the way.
If something good has lost its way into you, it will make its escape overnight. I know you.
Maybe innocence makes its way easiest through the elemental chaos of this world...
Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
Man cannot live without a permanent trust in something indestructible in himself, though both the indestructible element and the trust may remain permanently hidden from him. One of the ways in which this hiddenness can express itself is through faith in a personal god.
Isolation is a way to know ourselves.
I am always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.