In The End One Only Experiences Oneself.

What Good Is All This Free-thinking, Modernity, And Turncoat Flexibility If At Some Gut Level You Are Still A Christian, A Catholic, And Even A Priest!

With Regard To Philosophical Metaphysics, I Always See Increasing Numbers Who Have Attained To The Negative Goal, But As Yet Few Who Climb A Few Rungs Backwards; One Ought To Look Out, Perhaps, Over The Last Steps Of The Ladder, But Not Try To Stand Upon Them.

Every Profound Spirit Needs A Mask.

Just As Bones, Tissues, Intestines, And Blood Vessels Are Enclosed In A Skin That Makes It Possible To Bear The Sight Of A Human Being, So The Agitations And Passions Of The Soul Are Wrapped Up In Vanity: It Is The Soul's Skin.

A Letter Is An Unannounced Visit, The Postman The Agent Of Rude Surprises. One Ought To Reserve An Hour A Week For Receiving Letters And Afterwards Take A Bath.