Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself. Franz Kafka More Quotes by Franz Kafka More Quotes From Franz Kafka If what was supposed to have been destroyed in Paradise was destructible, then it was not decisive; but if it was indestructible, then we are living in a false belief. Franz Kafka paradise has-beens belief The fact that there is nothing but a spiritual world deprives us of hope and gives us certainty. Franz Kafka spiritual giving world Ours is a lost generation, it may be, but it is more blameless than those earlier generations. Franz Kafka generations lost may I like to make use of what I know Franz Kafka use knows Everyone strives to attain the Law,' answers the man, 'how does it come about, then, that in all these years no one has come seeking admittance but me?' The doorkeeper perceives that the man is nearing his end and his hearing is failing, so he bellows in his ear: 'No one but you could gain admittance through this door, since this door was intended for you. I am now going to shut it. Franz Kafka law doors men The ulterior motives with which you absorb and assimilate Evil are not your own but those of Evil. Franz Kafka whiplash motive evil One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in his bed he had been changed into a monstrous bug. Franz Kafka bugs dream morning I don't know who the great lawyers are, and I presume you can't get to them. I know of no case where it can be said for certain that they took part. They defend some people, but you can't get them to do that through your own efforts, they only defend the ones they want to defend. But I assume a case they take on must have progressed beyond the lower court. It's better not to think of them at all, otherwise you'll find the consultations with the other lawyers, their advice and their assistance, extremely disgusting and useless. Franz Kafka effort people thinking The mediation by the serpent was necessary. Evil can seduce man, but cannot become man. Franz Kafka literature evil men If I didn't have my parents to think about I'd have given in my notice a long time ago, I'd have gone up to the boss and told him just what I think, tell him everything I would, let him know just what I feel. He'd fall right off his desk! And it's a funny sort of business to be sitting up there at your desk, talking down at your subordinates from up there, especially when you have to go right up close because the boss is hard of hearing. Franz Kafka talking fall thinking Two possibilities: making oneself infinitely small or being so. The second is perfection, that is to say, inactivity, the first is beginning, that is to say, action. Franz Kafka perfection two firsts I hate everything that does not relate to literature, conversations bore me (even if they relate to literature), to visit people bores me, the sorrows and joys of my relatives bore me to the very soul. Conversation takes the importance, the seriousness, the truth, out of everything I think. Franz Kafka hate people thinking One can disintegrate the world by means of very strong light. For weak eyes the world becomes solid, for still weaker eyes it seems to develop fists, for eyes weaker still it becomes shamefaced and smashes anyone who dares to gaze upon it. Franz Kafka eye strong mean Going to pieces. To go to pieces so pointlessly and unnecessarily. Franz Kafka pieces The more horses you yoke the quicker everything will go - not the rending of the block from its foundation, which is impossible, but the snapping of the traces and with that the gay and empty journey. Franz Kafka horse block gay I can once more carry on a conversation with myself, and don't stare so into complete emptiness. Only in this way is there any possibility of improvement for me. Franz Kafka emptiness improvement way It is strange how little sharpsightedness women possess; they only notice whether they please, then whether they arouse pity, and finally, whether you look for compassion from them. That is all; come to think of it, it may even be enough, generally speaking. Franz Kafka women compassion thinking I, however, cannot force myself to use "meat drugs" to cheat on my loneliness. Franz Kafka alcohol loneliness vegetarianism 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. Franz Kafka dark past moving In a certain sense the Good is comfortless. Franz Kafka certain goodness literature