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.

Longing is the agony of the nearness of the distant.

The will to mastery becomes all the more urgent the more technology threatens to slip from human control

To think is to confine yourself to a single thought that one day stands still like a star in the world's sky.

We name time when we say: every thing has its time. This means: everything which actually is, every being comes and goes at the right time and remains for a time during the time allotted to it. Every thing has its time.

Time-space as commonly understood, in the sense of the distance measured between two time-points, is the result of time calculation.

We would like only, for once, to get to where we are already.