“Thought has the gift of thinking back, a gift given because we incline toward it.”

Let himself be drawn hither by the coercion of the phenomena themselves.

Making itself intelligible is suicide for philosophy.

Poetically dwells man upon this earth.

As soon as we are born, we are old enough to die.

The thinker only responded to what addressed itself to him.

We are too late for the gods and too early for Being.

Language is the house of Being. In its home man dwells.

The fundamental event of the modern age is the conquest of the world as a picture.

Overman is the man who grounds Being anew-in the rigor of knowledge and in the grand style of creation.

Thinking only begins at the point where we have come to know that Reason, glorified for centuries, is the most obstinate adversary of thinking.

The divinity of the gods must first eventuate before a god appears and before the naming word, which names “the gods”, can be heard.

Man acts as though he were the shaper and master of language, while in fact language remains the master of man.

When I spoke of “beauty”, I was thinking of Rilke’s notion that the beautiful is nothing but the beginning of the terrible, and of Hölderlin’s idea that the beautiful can unite extreme opposites in intimacy.

When we say something about something, we make it lie there before us, which means at the same time to make it appear.

Man dies constantly until the moment of his demise.

How should the new day arrive, if the night is withheld from it and everything is suppressed into the twilight of decisionlessness?

Nothing’s a gift, it’s all on loan.

O the eye’s light is a noble gift of Heaven! All beings live from light, each fair created thing; the very plants turn with a joyful transport to the light.

I believe it is my duty to share the gifts I have learned. How dare I have the tools for finding serenity and not share them with the world?

Every comic can report a few ‘gift from the gods’ moments.

My path was to be an actor and it’s been very good to me in life. It’s broadened my horizons and given me a lot of gifts.

All I want for Christmas is a rock n roll electric guitar.

In playing, I suppose my greatest gift was to express the way I felt or the willingness to express myself.

The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.