The life and vigor of poetry consists of the fact that it steps out of itself, tears out a section of religion, then withdraws into itself to assimilate it. The same is true of philosophy.

No idea is isolated, but is only what it is among all ideas.

Morality without a sense of paradox is mean.

Both in their origins and effects, boredom and stuffy air resemble each other. They are usually generated whenever a large number of people gather together in a closed room.

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

Wit as an instrument of revenge is as infamous as art is as a means of sensual titillation.

The symmetry and organization of history teaches us that mankind, during its existence and development, genuinely was and became an individual, a person. In this great personality of mankind, God became man.