The brains -the thinking organs- are the world producers -nature's genitals.

Many books are longer than they seem. They have indeed no end. The boredom that they cause is truly absolute and infinite.

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.

Play is experimenting with chance.

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.

What delights, what pleasures does your life offer you that outweigh the raptures of death?

Tools arm the man. One can well say that man is capable of bringing forth a world; he lacks only the necessary apparatus, the corresponding armature of his sensory tools. The beginning is there. Thus the principle of a warship lies in the idea of the shipbuilder, who is able to incorporate this thought by making himself into a gigantic machine, as it were, through a mass of men and appropriate tools and materials. Thus the idea of a moment often required monstrous organs, monstrous masses of materials, and man is therefore a potential, if not an actual creator.