All uncertainty is fruitfull ... so long as it is accompanied by the wish to understand

My soul is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches, its eyes wide open far-off things, and listens at the shores of the great silence.

The unpublished manuscript is like an uncon-fessed sin that festers in the soul, corrupting and contaminating it.

Death is something we shouldn't fear because, while we are, death isn't, and when death is, we aren't.

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

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.

By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind sees the path