Philosophy Is Really Nostalgia, The

Everywhere We Seek The Absolute, And Always We Find Only Things.

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.

A Certain Degree Of Solitude Seems Necessary To The Full Growth And Spread Of The Highest Mind; And Therefore Must A Very Extensive Intercourse With Men Stifle Many A Holy Germ, And Scare Away The Gods, Who Shun The Restless Tumult Of Noisy Companies And The Discussion Of Petty Interests.

The Art Of Writing Books Is Not Yet Invented. But It Is At The Point Of Being Invented. Fragments Of This Nature Are Literary Seeds. There May Be Many An Infertile Grain Among Them: Nevertheless, If Only Some Come Up!

A God-intoxicated Man. [ger., Gott-trunkener Mensch.]