Ideas come as you walk, Nietzsche said. Walking dissipates thoughts, Shankara taught.

Time is heavy sometimes; imagine how heavy eternity must be.

What to think of other people? I ask myself this question each time I make a new acquaintance. So strange does it seem to me that we exist, and that we consent to exist.

Life inspires more dread than death - it is life which is the great unknown.

Philosophy is a corrective against sadness. Yet there still are people who believe in the profundity of philosophy!

If there is anyone who owes everything to Bach, it is certainly God.

The universal view melts things into a blur.