Because we have for millenia made moral, aesthetic, religious demands on the world, looked upon it with blind desire, passion or fear, and abandoned ourselves to the bad habits of illogical thinking, this world has gradually become so marvelously variegated, frightful, meaningful, soulful, it has acquired color - but we have been the colorists: it is the human intellect that has made appearances appear and transported its erroneous basic conceptions into things.

The inability to lie is far from the love of truth.

We operate with nothing but things which do not exist, with lines, planes, bodies, atoms, divisible time, divisible space - how should explanation even be possible when we first make everything into an image, into our own image!

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

Give me today, for once, the worst throw of your dice, destiny. Today I transmute everything into gold.

To the mean all becomes mean.

The earth is like the breasts of a woman: useful as well as pleasing.