Everything is the same, nothing is worthwhile, the world is senseless, knowledge strangles.

When one thinks profusely and cleverly, not only his face but his body too takes on a clever appearance.

The existence of forgetting has never been proved: We only know that some things don't come to mind when we want them.

Error has made man so deep, sensitive, and inventive that he has put forth such blossoms as religions and arts. Pure knowledge could not have been capable of it.

Joy wants the eternity of all things, wants deep, wants deep eternity.

One pays dearly for being immortal: one must die many times during his life.

I love him who wants to create over and beyond himself and thus perishes.