There are people who are so presumptuous that they know no other way to praise a greatness that they publicly admire than by representing it as a preliminary stage and bridge leading to themselves.

In everything one thing is impossible: rationality.

When I contemplated purpose I also contemplated chance and foolishness.

We should be a mirror of being: we are God in miniature.

I despise mystics, they fancy themselves so deep, when they aren't even superficial.

It is hard enough to remember my opinions, without also remembering my reasons for them!

One lives for the day, one lives very fast, one lives very irresponsibly: precisely this is called "freedom."