Longing is the agony of the nearness of the distant.
he who thinks great thoughts often makes great errors
Making itself intelligible is suicide for philosophy.
We should live totally in the face of the night and of the Evil.
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.
Only if we are capable of dwelling, only then can we build