Most men pursue pleasure with such breathless haste that they hurry past it.

Because of its tremendous solemnity death is the light in which great passions, both good and bad, become transparent, no longer limited by outward appearances.

The God that can be named is not God.

Just as in the great moment of resignation one does not mediate but chooses, now the task is to gain proficiency in repeating the impassioned choice and, existing, to express it in existence.

Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom.

How absurd men are! They never use the liberties they have, they demand those they do not have. They have freedom of thought, they demand freedom of speech.

Whoever has learned to be anxious in the right way has learned the ultimate.