A man’s dying is more the survivors’ affair than his own.
…What our age needs, what it demands, what it will create for itself, is—terror.
We do not fear being called meticulous, inclining as we do to the view that only the exhaustive can be truly interesting.
Animals do not admire each other. A horse does not admire its companion.
What we call National-Socialism is the poisonous perversion of ideas which have a long history in German intellectual life.
Thought that can merge wholly into feeling, feeling that can merge wholly into thought - these are the artist's highest joy.