Many Books Are Longer Than They Seem.

The Best Thing About The Sciences Is Their Philosophical Ingredient, Like Life For An Organic Body. If One Dephilosophizes The Sciences, What Remains Left? Earth, Air, And Water.

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

Philosophy Is Really Nostalgia, The Desire To Be At Home.

The History Of Every Individual Man Should Be A Bible.

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.