It is fateful and ironic how the lie we need in order to live dooms us to a life that is never really ours.

What man really fears is not so much extinction, but extinction with insignificance.

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.

It is fateful and ironic how the lie we need in order to live dooms us to a life that is never really ours.

The key to the creative type is that he is separated out of the common pool of shared meanings. There is something in his life experience that makes him take in the world as a problem; as a result he has to make personal sense out of it.

When we understand that man is the only animal who must create meaning, who must open a wedge into neutral nature, we already understand the essence of love. Love is the problem of an animal who must find life, create a dialogue with nature in order to experience his own being.