If the love object is divine perfection, then one's own self is elevated by joining one's destiny to it... All our guilt, fear, and even our mortality itself can be purged in a perfect consummation with perfection itself.

The idea of death, the fear of it, haunts the human animal like nothing else; it is a mainspring of human activity - designed largely to avoid the fatality of death, to overcome it by denying in some way that it is the final destiny of man.

We might say that both the artist and theneurotic bite off more than they can chew, but the artist spews it back out again and chews it over in an objectified way, as an ex­ternal, active, work project.

All power is in essence power to deny mortality.

Man's natural and inevitable urge to deny mortality and achieve a heroic self-image are the root causes of human evil.

Better guilt than the terrible burden of freedom and responsibility.

Love is the problem of an animal who must find life, create a dialogue with nature in order to experience his own being.