There is a rollicking kindness that looks like malice.

Our writing equipment takes part in forming our thoughts.

My solitude doesn’t depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.

Belief in form, but disbelief in content - that's what makes an aphorism charming.

In the 'in-itself' there is nothing of 'causal connections', of 'necessity', or of 'psychological non-freedom'; there the effect does not follow the cause, there is no rule or 'law'. It is we alone who have devised cause, sequence, for-each-other, relativity, constraint, number, law, freedom, motive, and purpose; and when we project and mix this symbol world into things as if it existed 'in itself', we act once more as we have always acted- mythologically.

We only hear questions that we are able to answer.

Democracy represents the disbelief in all great men and in all elite societies: everybody is everybody's equal.