There are, indeed, things that cannot be put into words. They make themselves manifest. They are what is mystical.

What signs fail to express, their application shows. What signs slur over, their application says clearly.

I think I summed up my attitude to philosophy when I said: philosophy ought really to be written only as a poetic composition.

A confession has to be part of your new life.

If anyone is unwilling to descend into himself, because this is too painful, he will remain superficial in his writing. . . If I perform to myself, then it’s this that the style expresses. And then the style cannot be my own. If you are unwilling to know what you are, your writing is a form of deceit.

At the core of all well-founded belief lies belief that is unfounded.

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.