Since Copernicus, man seems to have got himself on an inclined plane-now he is slipping faster and faster away from the center into-what? into nothingness? into a 'penetrating sense of his nothingness?' ... all science, natural as well as unnatural-which is what I call the self-critique of knowledge-has at present the object of dissuading man from his former respect for himself, as if this had been but a piece of bizarre conceit.

Each word of Heraclitus expresses the pride and the majesty of truth, but of truth grasped in intuitions rather than attained by the rope ladder of logic.

Annoyance is a physical malady that is in no way cured just because the annoying situation that causes it is eliminated.

What is evil?-Whatever springs from weakness.

Those people have no real interest in a science who only begin to get excited about it when they themselves have made discoveries in it.

At heart I am a warrior.

The living is merely a type of what is dead, and a very rare type.