What good to me is the festive garment of freedom when I am in a slave's smock at home?

Thus the public use of reason and freedom is nothing but a dessert, a sumptuous dessert.

All human wisdom works and has worries and grief as reward.

The thirst for vengeance was the beautiful nature which Homer imitated.

Not only the entire ability to think rests on language... but language is also the crux of the misunderstanding of reason with itself.

Everything is vain and tortures the spirit instead of calming and satisfying it.