I conjure you, my brethren, to remain faithful to earth, and do not believe those who speak unto you of super terrestrial hopes! Poisoners they are, whether they know it or not.

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

It is nothing but fanaticism and beautiful soulism to expect very much (or even, much only) from humanity when it has forgotten how to wage war.

A reader is doubly guilty of bad manners against an author when he praises his second book at the expense of his first (or vice versa) and then expects the author to be grateful for what he has done.

Without the errors which lie in the assumption of morality, man would have remained an animal.

He who obeys, does not listen to himself!

You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.