Those who are devoid of purpose will make the void their purpose.

Everything goes, everything comes back; eternally rolls the wheel of being. Everything dies, everything blossoms again; eternally runs the year of being. Everything breaks, everything is joined anew; eternally the same House of Being is built. Everything parts, everything greets every other thing again; eternally the ring of being remains faithful to itself. In every Now, being begins; round every Here rolls the sphere There. The center is everywhere. Bent is the path of eternity.

Idleness is the beginning of all psychology. What? Could it be that psychology is ? a vice?

Be careful who you choose as your enemy because that's who you become most like.

... art approaches as a saving sorceress, expert at healing. She alone knows how to turn these nauseous thoughts about the horror or absurdity of existence into notions with which one can live.

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

I am really very, very tired of everything - more than tired.