Beware of thinkers whose minds function only when they are fueled by a quotation.

Whenever I happen to be in a city of any size, I marvel that riots do not break out everyday: Massacres, unspeakable carnage, a doomsday chaos. How can so many human beings coexist in a space so confined without hating each other to death?

We inhabit a language rather than a country.

Lucidity's task: to attain a correct despair, an Olympian ferocity.

Word - that invisible dagger.

Thinking should be like musical meditation. Has any philosopher pursued a thought to its limits the way Bach or Beethoven develop and exhaust a musical theme? Even after having read the most profound thinkers, one still feels the need to begin anew. Only music gives definitive answers.

Only one thing matters: learning to be the loser.