A man who wants the truth becomes a scientist; a man who wants to give free play to his subjectivity may become a writer; but what should a man do who wants something in between?

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.

There is nothing in this world as invisible as a monument

True' and 'false' are the evasions of people who never want to arrive at a decision. Truth is something without end.

A man who wants the truth becomes a scientist; a man who wants to give free play to his subjectivity may become a writer; but what should a man do who wants something in between?

... all professional ideologies are high-minded. Hunters, for instance, would not dream of calling themselves the butchers of the woods.

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