Isolation is a way to know ourselves.
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.
Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
Maybe innocence makes its way easiest through the elemental chaos of this world...
If something good has lost its way into you, it will make its escape overnight. I know you.
Written kisses never arrive at their destination; the ghosts drink them up along the way.
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.
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.
There is a goal but no way; what we call the way is mere wavering.
There is a destination but no way there; what we refer to as way is hesitation.
In a way, I was safe writing
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.