There is a destination but no way there; what we refer to as way is hesitation.
Photography concentrates one's eye on the superficial. For that reason it obscures the hidden life which glimmers through the outlines of things like a play of light and shade. One can't catch that even with the sharpest lens.
One reads in order to ask questions
In me, by myself, without human relationship, there are no visible lies. The limited circle is pure.
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.
People who walk across dark bridges, past saints, with dim, small lights. Clouds which move across gray skies past churches with towers darkened in the dusk. One who leans against granite railing gazing into the evening waters, His hands resting on old stones.
This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.
I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.
Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.
Maybe innocence makes its way easiest through the elemental chaos of this world.
I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.
The whole visible world is perhaps nothing other than a motivation of man's wish to rest for a moment an attempt to falsify the fact of knowledge, to try to turn the knowledge into the goal.
As far as I have seen, at school...they aimed at blotting out one's individuality.
Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune I can still feel love, an unearthly love but still for earthly objects.
My 'fear' is my substance, and probably the best part of me.
Writing means revealing oneself to excess.
The Messiah will only come when he is no longer needed.
Evil is whatever distracts.
Adam's first domestic pet after the expulsion from Paradise was the serpent.
I am more uncertain than I ever was; I feel only the power of life. And I am senselessly empty.
sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
If something good has lost its way into you, it will make its escape overnight. I know you.
The spirit becomes free only when it ceases to be a support.
Love has as few problems as a motor car. The only problems are the driver, the passengers, and the road.
Evil is the starry sky of the Good.
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