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

Mere anxiety is the source of everything.

The god wholly other than past ones and especially other than the Christian one.

On this “way,” if to keep falling down and getting up can be called a way.

Immersing ourselves in art and the immeasurable through being allows us a more truthful experience of the world.

Every man is born as many men and dies as a single one.

Man stares at what the explosion of the atom bomb could bring with it. He does not see that the atom bomb and its explosion are the mere final emission of what has long since taken place, has already happened.

Being the rational animal, man must be capable of thinking if he really wants to. Still, it may be that man wants to think, but cannot.

I know that everything essential and great originated from the fact that the human being had a homeland and was rooted in tradition.

Only a god can save us.

We do not have any clear, common and simple relation to reality and to ourselves. That is the big problem of the Western world.

Only he who already understands can listen.

Language is the house of Being.

To dwell is to garden.

The question of existence never gets straightened out except through existing itself.

Everything has always already been said. And yet this “same” possesses, as its inner truth, the inexhaustable wealth of what is on every day as if that day were its first.

Technology is therefore no mere means. Technology is a way of revealing.