Doing philosophy is only a threefold or double kind of waking – being awake – consciousness.
Nature is an aeolian harp, a musical instrument whose tones are the re-echo of higher strings within us.
Only as far as a man is happily married to himself is he fit for married life and family life in general.
Every stage of education begins with childhood. That is why the most educated person on earth so much resembles a child.
Only the most perfect human being can design the most perfect philosophy.
To philosophize means to make vivid.
The artist stands on the human being as a statue does on a pedestal.
The art of writing books is not yet invented. But it is at the point of being invented. Fragments of this nature are literary seeds. There may be many an infertile grain among them: nevertheless, if only some come up!
Life is the beginning of death. Life is for the sake of death. Death is at once the end and the beginning – at once separation and closer union of the self. Through death the reduction is complete.
Many books are longer than they seem. They have indeed no end. The boredom that they cause is truly absolute and infinite.
Man is a sun, his senses are the planets.
There is an energy which springs from sickness and debility: it has a more powerful effect than the real, but, sadly, expires in an even greater infirmity.
Humanity is a comic role.
Before abstraction everything is one, but one like chaos; after abstraction everything is united again, but this union is a free binding of autonomous, self-determined beings. Out of a mob a society has developed, chaos has been transformed into a manifold world.
What delights, what pleasures does your life offer you that outweigh the raptures of death?
Genius in general is poetic. Where genius has been active it has been poetically active. The truly moral person is a poet.
In a work of art, chaos must shimmer through the veil of order.
To get to know a truth properly, one must polemicize it.
I was still blind, but twinkling stars did dance Throughout my being’s limitless expanse, Nothing had yet drawn close, only at distant stages I found myself, a mere suggestion sensed in past and future ages.
Fate and temperament are the names of a concept.