For life in the present there is no death. Death is not an event in life. It is not a fact in the world.

Words are probes. Some reach very deep, some only to a little depth.

Telling someone something he does not understand is pointless, even if you add that he will not be able to understand it.

My day passes between logic, whistling, going for walks, and being depressed. I wish to God that I were more intelligent and everything would finally become clear to me - or else that I needn't live much longer.

When one is frightened of the truth then it is never the whole truth that one has an inkling of.

Resting on your laurels is as dangerous as resting when you are walking in the snow. You doze off and die in your sleep.

Think of the tools in a tool-box: there is a hammer, pliers, a saw, a screwdriver, a rule, a glue-pot, nails and screws.--The function of words are as diverse as the functions of these objects.