Only a fool thinks price and value are the same.

Hell is the bloodcurdling mansion of time, in whose profoundest circle Satan himself waits, winding a gargantuan watch in his hand.

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.

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

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

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

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