There is nothing of which every man is so afraid as getting to know how enormously much he is capable of.[Der er Intet som ethvert Menneske er saa bange for, som for at faae at vide, hvor uhyre meget han formaaer.]
The truth is a snare: you cannot get it without being caught yourself; you cannot get the truth by catching it yourself but only by its catching you.
The paradox is really the pathos of intellectual life, and just as only great souls are exposed to passions it is only the great thinker who is exposed to what I call paradoxes, which are nothing else than grandiose thoughts in embryo.[Paradoxen er det intellectuelle Livs egentlige Pathos, og ligesom kun store Sjæle ere udsatte for Lidenskaber, saaledes er kun store Tænkere udsatte for hvad jeg kalder Paradoxer, hvilke ikke ere andet end ufuldbaarne grandieuse Tanker.]
The imperfection in everything human is that its aspirations are achieved only by way of their opposites.
The absurd is a category, the negative criterion, of the divine or of the relationship to the divine. When the believer has faith, the absurd is not the absurd – faith transforms it, but in every weak moment it is again more or less absurd to him.
Take the paradox away from a thinker – and you have a professor.[Tag Paradoxet bort fra en Tænker – saa har Du en Professor.]
Take a book, the poorest one written, but read it with the passion that it is the only book you will read – ultimately you will read everything out of it, that is, as much as there was in yourself, and you could never get more out of reading, even if you read the best of books.
People understand me so little that they do not even understand when I complain of being misunderstood.[Folk forstaae mig saa lidt, at de ikke engang forstaae mine Klager over, at de ikke forstaae mig.]
Patience is necessary, and one cannot reap immediately where one has sown.[Dog dertil udfordres Udholdenhed, og man kan ikke strax høste, hvor man har saaet.]