A picture is a model of reality.

The solution to the problem of life is seen in the vanishing of this problem.

It's impossible for me to say one word about all that music has meant to me in my life. How, then, can I hope to be understood?

Is it even always an advantage to replace an indistinct picture by a sharp one? Isn't the indistinct one often what we need?

If in life we are surrounded by death, so too in the health of our intellect by madness.

There is not a philosophical method, though there are indeed methods, like different therapies.

How hard I find it to see what is right in front of my eyes!