It is comforting to reflect that the disproportion of things in the world seems to be only arithmetical.
In Paradise, as always: that which causes the sin and that which recognizes it for what it is are one. The clear conscience is Evil, which is so entirely victorious that it does not any longer consider the leap from left to right necessary.
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
Everything is deception: seeking the minimum of illusion, keeping within the ordinary limitations, seeking the maximum. In the first case one cheats the Good, by trying to make it too easy for oneself to get it, and the Evil by imposing all too unfavorable conditions of warfare on it. In the second case one cheats the Good by keeping as aloof from it as possible, and the Evil by hoping to make it powerless through intensifying it to the utmost.
We are sinful not only because we have eaten of the Tree of Knowledge, but also because we have not yet eaten of the Tree of Life. The state in which we are is sinful, irrespective of guilt.
If there is a transmigration of souls then I am not yet on the bottom rung. My life is a hesitation before birth.
It's impossible to defend oneself in the absence of goodwill
In a way, I was safe writing
The Diabolical sometimes assumes the aspect of the Good, or even embodies itself completely in its form. If this remains concealedfrom me, I am of course defeated, for this Good is more tempting than the genuine Good.
Don Quixote's misfortune is not his imagination, but Sancho Panza.
Writers speak stench.
So eager are our people to obliterate the present.
Writing is a sweet, wonderful reward.
You see, I have only such a fugitive awareness of things around me that I always feel they were once real and are now fleeting away.
The history of mankind is the instant between two strides taken by a traveler.
Religions get lost as people do.
There is a down-and-outness under true knowledge and a childlike happy arising from it.
We were expelled from Paradise, but it was not destroyed. The expulsion from Paradise was in one sense a piece of good fortune, for if we had not been expelled, Paradise would have had to be destroyed.
May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
When one has once accepted and absorbed Evil, it no longer demands the unfitness of the means. The ulterior motives with which youabsorb and assimilate Evil are not your own but those of Evil.... Evil is whatever distracts. Evil knows of the Good, but Good does not know of Evil. Knowledge of oneself is something only Evil has. One means that Evil has is the dialogue.... One cannot pay Evil in installments--and one always keeps on trying to.
it is not necessary to accept everything as true, one must only accept it as necessary.' 'A melancholy conclusion,' said K. 'It turns lying into a universal principle.
Believing means liberating the indestructible element in oneself, or, more accurately, liberating oneself, or, more accurately, being indestructible, or, more accurately, being.
A picture of my existence... would show a useless wooden stake covered in snow... stuck loosely at a slant in the ground in a ploughed field on the edge of a vast open plain on a dark winter night.
At that point I asked myself: How is it that she is not amazed at herself, that she keeps her lips closed and makes no such remark?
The history of the world, as it is written and handed down by word of mouth, often fails us completely; but man's intuitive capacity, though it often misleads, does lead, does not ever abandon one.
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