Man Is A Fugitive From Nature.

Whether He Be An Original Or A Plagiarist, Man Is The Novelist Of Himself.

He Who Wishes To Teach Us A Truth Should Not Tell It To Us, But Simply Suggest It With A Brief Gesture, A Gesture Which Starts An Ideal Trajectory In The Air Along Which We Glide Until We Find Ourselves At The Feet Of The New Truth.

Rancor Is An Outpouring Of A Feeling Of Inferiority.

Life Means To Have Something Definite To Do-a Mission To Fulfill-and In The Measure In Which We Avoid Setting Our Life To Something, We Make It Empty. Human Life, By Its Very Nature, Has To Be Dedicated To Something.

On The Bigotry Of Culture: : It Presented Us With Culture, With Thought As Something Justified In Itself, That Is, Which Requires No Justification But Is Valid By It's Own Essence, Whatever Its Concrete Employment And Content Maybe. Human Life Was To Put Itself At The Service Of Culture Because Only Thus Would It Become Charged With Value. From Which It Would Follow That Human Life, Our Pure Existence Was, In Itself, A Mean And Worthless Thing.