A philosopher always finds more grass to feed upon in the valleys of stupidity than on the arid heights of intelligence.

Language disguises the thought; so that from the external form of the clothes one cannot infer the form of the thought they clothe, because the external form of the clothes is constructed with quite another object than to let the form of the body be recognized.

Our civilization is characterized by the word "progress." Progress is its form rather than making progress being one of its features. Typically it constructs. It is occupied with building an ever more complicated structure. And even clarity is sought only.

Not how the world is, but that it is, is the mystery.

Hell isn't other people. Hell is yourself.

The 2 timeless drivers that underpin the behavior of every generation: the need to belong and the need to be significant. The limits of my language mean the limits of my world.

We are asleep. Our Life is a dream. But we wake up sometimes, just enough to know that we are dreaming.