Don Quixote’s misfortune is not his imagination, but Sancho Panza.
My guiding principle is this: Guilt is never to be doubted.
The fact that our task is exactly commensurate with our life gives it the appearance of being infinite.
Life’s splendor forever lies in wait about each one of us in all its fullness, but veiled from view, deep down, invisible, far off. It is there, though, not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If you summon it by the right word, by its right name, it will come.
In one and the same human being there are cognitions that, however utterly dissimilar they are, yet have one and the same object, so that one can only conclude that there are different subjects in one and the same human being.