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

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.

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

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?

Dressing well is a form of good manners.

I love informality. I hate dressing up. I hate to be conventional – and I hate every kind of snob.

Sexy in India is not considered positive. But, with today’s crop of fresh faces in the modelling arena, being sexy is an asset.

The illusion of luck disappears when we start seeing things as they actually are.

Growing up, I was always the small guy.

It’s nothing really. It’s the unique presentation that makes me look good in the action scenes. Why did I dare do them? That’s a funny question! Why do I act? Why do I breathe!

It is not the world I fear but what becomes of me; when you disappear so understand it is you I cannot sacrifice with you in my life-I’ll suffice.

This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.