We are all born; some remain so.
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
My notes have a curious tendency, as I realize at last, to annihilate all they purport to record.
Our vulgar perception is not concerned with other than vulgar phenomena.
What is that unforgettable line?
What is more true than anything else? To swim is true and to sink is true. One cannot speak any more of being, one must speak onlyof the mess.