The existence of the writer is an argument against the existence of the soul, for the soul has obviously taken flight from the real ego, but not improved itself, only become a writer.

Knowledge we have. Anyone who strives for it with particular intensity is suspect of striving against it.

The mediation by the serpent was necessary. Evil can seduce man, but cannot become man.

The thornbush is the old obstacle in the road. It must catch fire if you want to go further.

Our art is a way of being dazzled by truth: the light on the grotesquely grimacing retreating face is true, and nothing else.

All knowledge, the totality of all questions and all answers, is contained in the dog. If one could but realize this knowledge, if one could but bring it into the light of day, if we dogs would but own that we know infinitely more than we admit to ourselves!

I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.