I’m not upset that you lied to me, I’m upset that from now on I can’t believe you.
He who has seen another’s ideal becomes his inexorable judge, and as it were his evil conscience.
Existence really is an imperfect tense that never becomes a present.
Everything which distinguishes man from the animals depends upon this ability to volatilize perceptual metaphors in a schema, and thus to dissolve an image into a concept.
Between two absolutely different spheres, as between subject and object, there is no causality, no correctness, and no expression; there is, at most, an aesthetic relation.
A little health on and off is the best remedy for the invalid.
