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

Modern man is drinking and drugging himself out of awareness, or he spends his time shopping, which is the same thing.

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

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 man of knowledge in our time is bowed down under a burden he never imagined he would ever have: the overproduction of truth that cannot be consumed.

What does it mean to be a self-conscious animal? The idea is ludicrous, if it is not monstrous. It means to know that one is food for worms.

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.