What are you waiting for in order to give up?

Under each formula lies a corpse.

One cannot live without motives. I have no motives left, and I am living.

Melancholy redeems this universe, and yet it is melancholy that separates us from it.

"The Holy Ghost," Luther instructs us, "is not a skeptic." Not everyone can be, and that is really too bad.

What I know at sixty, I knew as well at twenty. Forty years of a long, superfluous, labor of verification.

Philosophy: Impersonal anxiety; refuge among anemic ideas.