Understanding of being is itself a determination of being of Da-sein.

Making itself intelligible is suicide for philosophy.

Thinking begins only when we have come to know that reason, glorified for centuries, is the stiff-necked adversary of thought.

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

In the work of art the truth of an entity has set itself to work. ‘To set’ means here: to bring to a stand. Some particular entity, a pair of peasant shoes, comes in the work to stand in the light of its being. The being of the being comes into the steadiness of its shining. The nature of art would then be this: the truth of being setting itself to work.

Is the earth in our head? Or do we stand on the earth?

The most thought-provoking thing in our thought-provoking time is that we are still not thinking.