One must conform to the baseness of an age or become neurotic.

A particularly fine head on a man usually means that he is stupid; particularly deep philosophers are usually shallow thinkers; in literature, talents not much above the average are usually regarded by their contemporaries as geniuses.

Anyone who still wants to experience fairytales these days can’t afford to dither when it comes to using their brains.

We sometimes have a flash of understanding that amounts to the insight of genius, and yet it slowly withers, even in our hands - like a flower. The form remains, but the colours and the fragrance are gone.

The thought is not something that observes an inner event, but, rather it is this inner event itself. We do not reflect on something, but, rather, something thinks itself in us.

A man can't be angry at his own time without suffering some damage.

We do not have too much intellect and too little soul, but too little intellect in matters of the soul.