To philosophize means to make vivid.

Humanity is a comic role.

Our life is no dream, but it should and will perhaps become one.

One should, when overwhelmed by the shadow of a giant, move aside and see if the colossal shadow isn't merely that of a pygmy blocking out the sun.

We are close to waking when we dream that we are dreaming.

The artist stands on the human being as a statue does on a pedestal.

Every disease is a musical problem; every cure is a musical solution.

A hero is one who knows how to hang on one minute longer.

In a work of art, chaos must shimmer through the veil of order.

Where are we really going? Always home.

Life must not be a novel that is given to us, but one that is made by us.

Philosophy is really nostalgia, the desire to be at home.

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.

There is scarcely a subject that cannot be mathematically treated and the effects calculated or the results determined beforehand from the available theoretical and practical data.

These are only new devices for putting the weak at the mercy of the strong.

I am credited with being one of the hardest workers and perhaps I am, if thought is the equivalent of labor, for I have devoted to it almost all of my waking hours.

Merciless is the law of nature, and rapidly and irresistibly we are drawn to our doom.

...and led me to finally recognise that I was but an automaton devoid of free will in thought and action and merely responsible to the forces of the environment.

Peace can only come as a natural consequence of universal enlightenment and merging of races, and we are still far from this blissful realization. As

The by far greater number of human beings are never aware of what is passing around and within them, and millions fall victims of disease and die prematurely just on this account.

My belief is firm in a law of compensation. The true rewards are ever in proportion to the labor and sacrifices made.

Instinct is something which transcends knowledge. We have, undoubtedly, certain finer fibers that enable us to perceive truths when logical deduction, or any other willful effort of the brain, is futile.

I [had] admired the works of artists, but to my mind, they were only shadows and semblances. The inventor, I thought, gives to the world creations which are palpable, which live and work.

Deficient observation is merely a form of ignorance and responsible for the many morbid notions and foolish ideas prevailing.