One Should, When Overwhelmed By The Shadow

The Mysterious Path Goes Inward. It Is In Us, And Not Anywhere Else, Where The Eternity Of The Worlds, The Past And The Future Are Found.

Humanity Is The Higher Meaning Of Our Planet, The Nerve That Connects This Part Of It With The Upper World, The Eye It Raises To Heaven.

Philosophy Can Bake No Bread; But She Can Procure For Us God, Freedom, Immortality. Which, Then, Is More Practical, Philosophy Or Economy?

We Never Completely Comprehend Ourselves, But We Can Do Far More Than Comprehend.

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.