Normality is death.

Freedom would be not to choose between black and white but to abjure such prescribed choices.

Happiness is obsolete: uneconomic.

A pencil and rubber are of more use to thought than a battalion of assistants. To happiness the same applies as to truth: one does not have it, but is in it.

Exuberant health is always, as such, sickness also.

History does not merely touch on language, but takes place in it.

Intelligence is a moral category.

Wrong life cannot be lived rightly.

Love is the power to see similarity in the dissimilar.

Love you will find only where you may show yourself weak without provoking strength.