Philosophers are people who do violence, but have no army at their disposal, and so subjugate the world by locking it into a system.

He who is allowed to do as he likes will soon run his head into a brick wall out of sheer frustration.

Each person is a graveyard of his thoughts. They are most beautiful for us in the moment of their birth; later we can often sense a deep pain that they leave us indifferent where earlier they enchanted us.

There is nothing in this world as invisible as a monument

What is the use of good painting? We want a spell cast upon the optical part of our existence! We seldom really see the world, but when we do, we become as still as a picture.

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.

Life is to blame for everything.