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.

We are near waking when we dream we are dreaming.

Many things are too delicate to be thought; many more, to be spoken.

To become properly acquainted with a truth, we must first have disbelieved it, and disputed against it.

Perceptibility is a kind of attentiveness.

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

Only an artist can interpret the meaning of life.