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

As the ego cogito, subjectivity is the consciousness that represents something, relates this representation back to itself, and so gathers with itself.

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

Everyone is the other and no one is himself.

Being is an issue for one.

We make a space inside ourselves, so that being can speak.

The possible ranks higher than the actual.