The history of ideas is the history of the grudges of solitary men.
Let us not be needlessly bitter: certain failures are sometimes fruitful.
Tragic paradox of freedom: the mediocre men who alone make its exercise possible cannot guarantee its duration.
Our first intuitions are the true ones.
Ideas come as you walk, Nietzsche said. Walking dissipates thoughts, Shankara taught.
Lucidity's task: to attain a correct despair, an Olympian ferocity.