 A book must be the ax for the frozen sea within us. |
| The fact that our task is exactly commensurate with our life gives it the appearance of being infinite. |
| I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things. |
| In the fight between you and the world, back the world. |
| God gives the nuts, but he does not crack them. |
| Tyranny or slavery, born of selfishness, are the two educational methods of parents; all gradations of tyranny or slavery. |
| From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached. |
| I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy. |
| Let me remind you of the old maxim: people under suspicion are better moving than at rest, since at rest they may be sitting in the balance without knowing it, being weighed together with their sins. |
| Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate... but with his other hand he can note down what he sees among the ruins. |
| The experience of life consists of the experience which the spirit has of itself in matter and as matter, in mind and as mind, in emotion, as emotion, etc. |
| In the struggle between yourself and the world second the world. |
| Hesitation before birth. If there is a transmigration of souls then I am not yet on the bottom rung. My life is a hesitation before birth. |
| Dread of night. Dread of not-night. |
| The relationship to one's fellow man is the relationship of prayer, the relationship to oneself is the relationship of striving; it is from prayer that one draws the strength for one's striving. |
| A man of action forced into a state of thought is unhappy until he can get out of it. |
| If it had been possible to build the Tower of Babel without climbing it, it would have been permitted. |
| In a certain sense the Good is comfortless. |
| We are separated from God on two sides; the Fall separates us from Him, the Tree of Life separates Him from us. |
| Woman, or more precisely put, perhaps, marriage, is the representative of life with which you are meant to come to terms. |
