"The person I am in the company of my sisters has been entirely different from the person I am in the company of other people. Fearless, powerful, surprising, moved as I otherwise am only when I write."

"Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live."

"So eager are our people to obliterate the present."

"Hold fast to the diary from today on! Write regularly! Don't surrender! Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it every moment."

"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."

"You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state."

"Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old."

"There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness."

"Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made."

"People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as 'nauseatingly miserable beyond repair'."

"They're talking about things of which they don't have the slightest understanding, anyway. It's only because of their stupidity that they're able to be so sure of themselves."

"Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light."

"I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity."

"I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more"

"Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire."

"The Kafka paradox: art depends on truth, but truth, being indivisable, cannot know itself: to tell the truth is to lie. thus the writer is the truth, and yet when he speaks he lies."

"April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone - never."

"The limited circle is pure."

"It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable."

"My guiding principle is this: Guilt is never to be doubted."

"God gives the nuts, but he does not crack them."

"You are free and that is why you are lost."

"What am I doing here in this endless winter?"

"From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached."