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The importance of insomnia is so colossal that I am tempted to define man as the animal who cannot sleep. Why call him a rational animal when other animals are equally reasonable? But there is not another animal in the entire creation that wants to sleep yet cannot.

How does the instant become a gate to eternity? A sense of becoming results from the moment’s insufficiency and relativity: those with a keen consciousness of temporality live every moment thinking of the next one. Eternity can be attained only if there are no connections, if one lives the instant totally and absolutely.

Women are safe on the spiritual plane because in them the dualism between life and the spirit is less intense than in men. A graceful sense of existence does not lead to metaphysical revelations, to a vision of truth, to the sense of an ending which poisons every moment of life.

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There are men who started in the world of abstract forms and ended in absolute confusion. Therefore they can only philosophize poetically.

There are only two fundamental attitudes: the naive and the heroic. All the others partake of them. One must choose between these two in order to avoid idiocy. But for the man who has come to make such a choice, innocence is no longer an option, so there remains only heroism.

I know why I am sad, but I do not know why I am melancholy.

Nobody who does not love chaos is a creator, and whoever is contemptuous of illness must not speak of the spirit.

El hombre tiende constantemente a arrogarse el monopolio del drama y del sufrimiento

One must descend all the circles of an inner hell to turn one’s destiny into a subjective yet universal problem. If you are not burned to ashes, you will then be able to philosophize lyrically.

You do not gain explicit certainty or definite knowledge by it ( ecstasy) ; yet the feeling of essential participation is so intense that it surpasses all limits and categories of common knowledge. A gate opens from this world of toil, pain, and suffering to the inner sanctum of life, where we apprehend a most simple vision in a glorious metaphysical trance.