Many deeds are done so as to forget another deed: there are also opiate activities. I exist so that another will be forgotten.

Are you genuine? Or just an actor? A representative? Or what it is that is represented?-In the end, you might merely be someone mimicking an actor ... Second question of conscience.

The most serious parody I have ever heard was this: In the beginning was nonsense, and the nonsense was with God, and the nonsense was God.

The charm of knowledge would be small indeed, were it not that there is so much shame to be overcome on the way to it.

Gradually it has become clear to me what every great philosophy so far has been: namely, the personal confession of its author and a kind of involuntary and unconscious memoir.

Art is essentially the affirmation, the blessing, and the deification of existence.

Books for general reading always smell bad; the odor of common people hangs around them.