The Universal view melts things into a blur.
The fear of being deceived is the vulgar version of the quest for Truth.
Skepticism is the sadism of embittered souls.
To want fame is to prefer dying scorned than forgotten.
One hardly saves a world without ruling it.
The fanatic is incorruptible: if he kills for an idea, he can just as well get himself killed for one; in either case, tyrant or martyr, he is a monster.
The limit of every pain is an even greater pain.
In a few decades of reconstruction, even the mathematical natural sciences, the ancient archetypes of theoretical perfection, have changed habit completely!
Isn’t history ultimately the result of our fear of boredom?
The actuality of all of material Nature is therefore kept out of action and that of all corporeality along with it, including the actuality of my body, the body of the cognizing subject.