One has to pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while one is still alive.

The will to truth is merely the longing for a stable world.

Is it not better to fall into the hands of a murderer, than into the dreams of a lustful woman?

Convictions are prisons.

How lovely it is that there are words and sounds. Are not words and sounds rainbows and illusive bridges between things which are eternally apart?

Let them like the Tibetans, chew the cud of their "om mane padme hum" innumerable times, or, as in Benares, count the name of the God Ram-Ram-Ram (etc. with or without charm) on their fingers; or honour Vishnu with his thousand names of invocation, Allah with his ninety-nine; or they may make use of the prayer-wheels and the rosary: the main thing is that they are settled down for a time at this work and are tolerable to look at. This kind of prayer has been invented for the benefit of the pious who have thought and elevations of their own.

Having a talent is not enough: one must also have your permission to have it--right, my friends?