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.

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

The only living language is the language in which we think and have our being.

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

Only a fool thinks price and value are the same.

The great philosophers are poets who believe in the reality of their poems.

The wind, one brilliant day, called to my soul with an odor of jasmine. "In return for the odor of my jasmine, I'd like all the odor of your roses." "I have no roses; all the flowers in my garden are dead." "Well then, I'll take the withered petals and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain." the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself: "What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?