My time has not yet come either; some are born posthumously.

Reality is captured in the categorical nets of Language only at the expense of fatal distortion.

Whoever does not have a good father should procure one.

And you tell me, friends, that there is no disputing taste and tasting? But all life is a dispute over taste and tasting!

The word 'Christianity' is already a misunderstanding - in reality there has been only one Christian, and he died on the Cross.

The press, the machine, the railway, the telegraph are premises whose thousand-year conclusion no one has yet dared to draw.

What really raises one's indignation against suffering is not suffering intrinsically, but the senselessness of suffering