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

Man cannot endure his own littleness unless he can translate it into meaningfulness on the largest possible level.

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.

All power is in essence power to deny mortality.

The road to creativity passes so close to the madhouse and often detours or ends there.

Once you base your whole life striving on a desperate lie, and try to implement that lie, you instrument your own undoing.