Man Is A Sun And His Senses

Philosophy Is Properly Home-sickness; The Wish To Be Everywhere At Home.

Sometimes With The Most Intense Pain A Paralysis Of Sensibility Occurs. The Soul Disintegrates--hence The Deadly Frost--the Free Power Of The Mind--the Shattering, Ceaseless Wit Of This Kind Of Despair. There Is No Inclination For Anything Any More--the Person Is Alone, Like A Baleful Power--as He Has No Connection With The Rest Of The World He Consumes Himself Gradually--and In Accordance With His Own Principle He Is--misanthropic And Misotheos.

The Artist Belongs To His Work, Not The Work To The Artist.

Hypotheses Are Nets: Only He Who Casts Will Catch.

In Cheerful Souls There Is No Wit. Wit Shows A Disturbance Of The Equipoise.