Life is writing. The sole purpose of mankind is to engrave the thoughts of divinity onto the tablets of nature.

Whoever does not philosophize for the sake of philosophy, but rather uses philosophy as a means, is a sophist.

The whole history of modern poetry is a continuous commentary on the short text of philosophy: every art should become science, and every science should become art; poetry and philosophy should be united.

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

Ideas are infinite, original, and lively divine thoughts.

Every relationship of man to the infinite is religion, namely of a man in the full abundance of his humanity. Whenever a mathematician calculates infinity, that, to be sure, is not religion. Infinity conceived in this abundance is the Godhead.

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