The world is independent of my will.

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

Language disguises thought.

A new word is like a fresh seed sown on the ground of the discussion.

What is left over if I subtract the fact that my arms goes up from the fact that I raise my arm?

Philosophy is a battle against the bewitchment of our intelligence by means of language.

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