The worst of all superstitions may be that astrology is a superstition.

God is the ultimate philosophical questioner, the one who asks the logically paradoxical ultimate philosophical question about the nature of his own existence.

Religions, themselves, are (intellectual) blasphemies.

At the heart of my metaphysic there is the ultimate question and at the heart of the universe there is the ultimate questioner.

The stem of greatness sprouts from the seed of sacrifice.

I know what the world exists for, but I know not how it came into existence. I see the design, but not the designer. I understand the question, but not the questioner.

The world exists to let Man philosophize.