“Nature has no history.”

Language speaks and not the human.

Technology is a mode of revealing. Technology comes to presence in the realm where revealing and unconcealment take place, where aletheia, truth, happens.

To be a poet in a destitute time means: to attend, singing, to the trace of the fugitive gods. This is why the poet in the time of the world’s night utters the holy.

If I take death into my life, acknowledge it, and face it squarely, I will free myself from the anxiety of death and the pettiness of life – and only then will I be free to become myself.

Questioning is the piety of thought.

Everyone is the other and no one is himself.

Beauty is one way in which truth essentially occurs as unconcealment.

Truth is that which makes a people certain, clear, and strong.

Understanding of being is itself a determination of being of Da-sein.

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.