Only an artist can interpret the meaning of life.

The world must become romanticized, and in that way we find again its original meaning for us.

When one begins to reflect on philosophy—then philosophy seems to us to be everything, like God, and love. It is a mystical, highly potent, penetrating idea—which ceaselessly drives us inward in all directions. The decision to do philosophy—to seek philosophy is the act of self-liberation—the thrust toward ourselves.

The artist belongs to his work, not the work to the artist.

Nature is a petrified magic city.

The badge of honesty is simplicity.

In a work of art, chaos must shimmer through the veil of order.