Philosophy still moves too much straight ahead, and is not yet cyclical enough.

Every form of life is in its origin not natural, but divine and human; for it must spring from love, just as there can be no reason without spirit.

Since philosophy now criticizes everything it comes across, a critique of philosophy would be nothing less than a just reprisal.

One mentions many artists who are actually art works of nature.

The obsession with moderation is the spirit of castrated narrow-mindedness.

A priest is he who lives solely in the realm of the invisible, for whom all that is visible has only the truth of an allegory.

Every philosophical review ought to be a philosophy of reviews at the same time.