The delights of this life are not its own, but our fear of the ascent into a higher life; the torments of this life are not its own, but our self-torment because of that fear.

Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence... someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence, certainly never.

Believing means liberating the indestructible element in oneself, or, more accurately, liberating oneself, or, more accurately, being indestructible, or, more accurately, being.

I like to make use of what I know

In me, by myself, without human relationship, there are no visible lies. The limited circle is pure.

Evil is whatever distracts.

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