We derive our vitality from our store of madness.

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

All philosophers should end their days at Pythia's feet. There is only one philosophy, that of unique moments.

I foresee the day when we shall read nothing but telegrams and prayers.

What strangely enchanted tunes gush forth during those sleepless nights!

We understand God by everything in ourselves that is fragmentary, incomplete, and inopportune.

The importance of insomnia is so colossal that I am tempted to define man as the animal who cannot sleep. Why call him a rational animal when other animals are equally reasonable? But there is not another animal in the entire creation that wants to sleep yet cannot.