Doing philosophy is only a threefold or double kind of waking--being awake--consciousness.
We are near awakening when we dream that we dream.
A certain degree of solitude seems necessary to the full growth and spread of the highest mind; and therefore must a very extensive intercourse with men stifle many a holy germ, and scare away the gods, who shun the restless tumult of noisy companies and the discussion of petty interests.
The artist belongs to his work, not the work to the artist.
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
Life is the beginning of death. Life is for the sake of death. Death is at once the end and the beginning—at once separation and closer union of the self. Through death the reduction is complete.