Where there are two people, there is untruth.

The paradox is really the pathos of intellectual life and just as only great souls are exposed to passions it is only the great thinker who is exposed to what I call paradoxes, which are nothing else than grandiose thoughts in embryo.

I believe that there is a longing in my soul that searches the whole world.

I do not lack the courage to think a thought whole.

It seems to be my destiny to discourse on truth, insofar as I discover it, in such a way that all possible authority is simultaneously demolished.

When you were called, did you answer or did you not? Perhaps softly and in a whisper?

Men are not on such intimate terms with the sublime that they really can believe in it