May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
The books we need are of the kind that act upon us like a misfortune,that makes us suffer like the death of someone we love more than ourselves, that make us feel as though we were on the verge of sui...
I am so miserable, there are so many questions, I can see no way out and am so wretched and feeble that I could lie forever on the sofa and keep opening and closing my eyes without knowing the differe...
I am a typical example of Western Jew. This means I don't have a moment of peace, that nothing has come easily to me, not just the present and the future, but even the past, that thing that each man r...
But all remains unchanged.
The limited circle is pure.
It is entirely conceivable that life's splendour forever lies in wait about each one of us in all its fullness, but veiled from our view, deep down, invisible, far off. It is there, though, not hostil...
German is my mother tongue and as such more natural to me, but I consider Czech much more affectionate, which is why your letter removes several uncertainties; I see you more clearly, the movements of...
My 'fear' is my substance, and probably the best part of me.
Today one may pluck out one's very heart and not find it.
Isolation is a way to know ourselves.
Did he really want this warm room of his, so comfortably fitted with old family furniture, to be transformed into a cave, in which, no doubt, he would be free to crawl about unimpeded in all direction...
Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
Writer speaks a stench.
In a way, I was safe writing
Nothing, nothing, the whole long day, nothing.
The existence of the writer is an argument against the existence of the soul, for the soul has obviously taken flight from the real ego, but not improved itself, only become a writer.
It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.
In our folk nobody has any experience of youth, there’s barely even any time for being a toddler. The children simply don’t have any time in which they might be children........Indeed... there’s simpl...
