Hold Fast To The Diary From Today

There Is An Infinite Amount Of Hope In The Universe ... But Not For Us.

I Think We Ought To Read Only The Kind Of Books That Wound And Stab Us. If The Book We Are Reading Doesn't Wake Us Up With A Blow On The Head, What Are We Reading It For?

What Do I Have In Common With Jews? I Don't Even Have Anything In Common With Myself.

But Questions That Don’t Answer Themselves At The Very Moment Of Their Asking Are Never Answered.

This Inescapable Duty To Observe Oneself: If Someone Else Is Observing Me, Naturally I Have To Observe Myself Too; If None Observe Me, I Have To Observe Myself All The Closer.