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

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.

The possible ranks higher than the actual.

I take great pleasure, every day, in seeing my work deeply rooted in our native soil.

Celebration... is self restraint, is attentiveness, is questioning, is meditating, is awaiting, is the step over into the more wakeful glimpse of the wonder - the wonder that a world is worlding around us at all, that there are beings rather than nothing, that things are and we ourselves are in their midst, that we ourselves are and yet barely know who we are, and barely know that we do not know all this.

Questioning is the piety of thought.

Only where leader and led together bind each other in one destiny ... does true order grow.