Man's passion for truth is such that he will welcome the bitterest of all postulates so long as it strikes him as true.

Wherever learning breeds specialists, the sum of human culture is enhanced thereby. That is the illusion and consolation of specialists.

My philosophy is fundamentally sad, but I’m not a sad man, and I don’t believe I sadden anyone else. In other words, the fact that I don’t put my philosophy into practice saves me from its evil spell, or, rather, my faith in the human race is stronger then my intellectual analysis of it; there lies the fountain of youth in which my heart is continually bathing.

And to walk through life in dreams out of love for the hand that guides us.

No one can shed light on vices he does not have or afflictions he has ever experienced.

Man would be "otherwise." That's the essence of the specifically human.

Beware of the community in which blasphemy does not exist: underneath, atheism runs rampant.