There Is A Goal But No Way;

The Cruelty Of Death Lies In The Fact That It Brings The Real Sorrow Of The End, But Not The End. The Greatest Cruelty Of Death: An Apparent End Causes A Real Sorrow. Our Salvation Is Death, But Not This One.

In A Certain Sense The Good Is Comfortless.

The Purpose Of A Story Is To Be An Axe That Breaks Up The Ice Within Us.

To Every Instant There Is A Correspondence In Something Outside Time. This World Here And Now Cannot Be Followed By A Beyond, For The Beyond Is Eternal, Hence It Cannot Be In Temporal Contact With This World Here And Now.

I Think We Ought To Read Only The Kind Of Books That Wound And Stab Us.