In Everything One Thing Is Impossible: Rationality.

When Man Does Not Have Firm, Calm Lines On The Horizon Of His Life- Mountain And Forest Lines, As It Were- Then A Man's Innermost Will Becomes Agitated, Preoccupied, And Wistful.

To Our Strongest Impulse, To The Tyrant In Us, Not Only Our Reason But Also Our Conscience Yields.

I Too Have Been In The Underworld, As Was Odysseus, And I Will Often Be There Again; Not Only Sheep Have I Sacrificed So As To Beable To Speak With A Few Dead Souls, But Neither Have I Spared My Own Blood As Well.

"faith" As An Imperative Is A Veto Against Science-in Praxi, It Means Lies At Any Price.

Because We Have For Millenia Made Moral, Aesthetic, Religious Demands On The World, Looked Upon It With Blind Desire, Passion Or Fear, And Abandoned Ourselves To The Bad Habits Of Illogical Thinking, This World Has Gradually Become So Marvelously Variegated, Frightful, Meaningful, Soulful, It Has Acquired Color - But We Have Been The Colorists: It Is The Human Intellect That Has Made Appearances Appear And Transported Its Erroneous Basic Conceptions Into Things.