A phenomenon like Mozart remains an inexplicable thing.

Everything factual is, in a sense, theory. The blue of the sky exhibits the basic laws of chromatics. There is no sense in looking for something behind phenomena: they are theory.

What is the path? There is no path. On into the unknown.

Time is my estate: to Time I'm heir.

The important thing is not to know more than all men, but to know more at each moment than any particular man.

For usually people resist as long as they can to dismiss the fool they harbor in their bosom, they resist to confess a major mistake or to admit a truth that makes them despair.

The highest goal that man can achieve is amazement.