Every light can be extinguished. The intellect is a light. Therefore it can, be extinguished. - Arthur Schopenhauer

The actual life of a thought lasts only until it reaches the point of speech...As soon as our thinking has found words it ceases to be sincere...When it begins to exist in others it ceases to live in us, just as the child severs itself from its mother when it enters into its own existence.

How every line is of such strong, determined, and consistent meaning! And on every page we encounter deep, original, lofty thoughts, while the whole world is suffused with a high and holy seriousness.

To be alone is the fate of all great minds — a fate deplored at times, but still always chosen as the less grievous of two evils.