What the philosopher is seeking is not truth, but rather the metamorphosis of the world into man.

One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure.

Only with the ultimate knowledge of all things will man have come to know himself. For things are but the boundaries of man.

A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation.

Unresolved dissonances between the characters and dispositions of the parents continue to reverberate in the nature of the child and make up the history of its inner sufferings.

For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication.

Once and for all, there are many things I choose not to know.--Wisdom sets limits even to knowledge.