What I Understand By "philosopher": A Terrible

The Way To Transmute Your Iron Duty Into Gold In Everyone's Eyes Is This: Always Deliver More Than You Promise.

Poets Are Shameless With Their Experiences: They Exploit Them.

The Love Of Truth Has Its Reward In Heaven And Even On Earth.

Men Are Even Lazier Than They Are Timorous, And What They Fear Most Is The Troubles With Which Any Unconditional Honesty And Nudity Would Burden Them.

Since Copernicus, Man Seems To Have Got Himself On An Inclined Plane-now He Is Slipping Faster And Faster Away From The Center Into-what? Into Nothingness? Into A 'penetrating Sense Of His Nothingness?' ... All Science, Natural As Well As Unnatural-which Is What I Call The Self-critique Of Knowledge-has At Present The Object Of Dissuading Man From His Former Respect For Himself, As If This Had Been But A Piece Of Bizarre Conceit.