The poem of the understanding is philosophy.
Many things are too delicate to be thought; many more, to be spoken.
The brains -the thinking organs- are the world producers -nature’s genitals.
To become properly acquainted with a truth, we must first have disbelieved it, and disputed against it.
The world must become romanticized, and in that way we find again its original meaning for us.
Every disease is a musical problem. Its cure a musical solution. The more rapid and complete the solution, the greater the musical talent of the doctor.
If the world is a precipitation of human nature, so to speak, then the divine world is a sublimation of the same. Both occur in one act. No precipitation without sublimation. What goes lost there in agility, is won here.
We are near waking when we dream we are dreaming.
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.
Humanity is a comic role.