I have not the pleasure of understanding you.

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

If you ever hear yourself saying, 'I think I understand this,' that means you don't.

You can't make me think like you, mundane.

No one can understand himself, for to do that he would have to get outside himself; the subject of the knowing and willing activity would have to become its own object.

I'm afraid I can't explain myself, sir. Because I am not myself, you see?

I can't figure you out."
"You're not supposed to.

I can't do it, I can't do it. I simply can't help turning a deaf ear to it and banging my head against the wall - yes - and all for an art that escapes me and will never know all the trouble I have taken on its behalf.

there they laugh: they do not understand me; I am not the mouth for these ears.

Unless you really understand others, you can hardly attain your own self-understanding.

If I can't dance to it, it's not my revolution.

Other people can help you, but if you're not trying to understand yourself, nobody else can do it for you.

To think it, wish it, even want it — but do it! No, that I cannot understand.