Time is not a thing, thus nothing which is, and yet it remains constant in its passing away without being something temporal like the beings in time.

The question concerning technology is the question concerning the constellation in which revealing and concealing, in which the coming to presence of truth, comes to pass

There is no such thing as an empty word, only one that is worn out yet remains full.

The senses do not enable us to cognize any entity in its Being; they merely serve to announce the ways in which 'external' Things within-the-world are useful or harmful for human creatures encumbered with bodies....they tell us nothing about entities in their Being.

We still by no means think decisively enough about the essence of action.

Man acts as though he were the shaper and master of language, while in fact language remains the master of man.

Profound boredom, drifting here and there in the abysses of our existence like a muffling fog, removes all things and men and oneself along with it into a remarkable indifference. This boredom reveals being as a whole.