Soren Kierkegaard

The greatest danger, that of losing one's own self, may pass off as quietly as if it were nothing at all.

What is a poet? An unhappy being who conceals profound agonies in his heart but whose lips are so formed that when the sighs and cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music.

The most common deception of all is the deception that one is not deceived.

Only the truth that edifies is truth for you.

The absurd is the essential factor in faith.

Despair is the sickness unto death.

Freedom's possibility is not to be able to do this or that, but to be able to do this and that.

The more a person has developed his mind, the more he is capable of being depressed.

The present age is an age of reflection, an age of calculation, an age of thought, an age of analysis, an age of observation, an age of experimentation, an age of invention, an age of discovery, an age of criticism, an age of destruction, an age of dissolution.

The world wants to be deceived.

The task is to understand myself, to understand what I am to do, to see what God really wishes me to do; the point is to find a truth which is truth for me, to find the idea for which I can live and die.

The greatest danger for man, in the whole of his life, is to lose himself, to lose his own self.

Compared with the infinite, the finite is null.

Faith is the highest passion in a human being.

The more one thinks of them, the more one feels that the most beautiful things in the world are those which are most absurd.

To be a man is to be spirit.

The most dreadful thing that can happen to a man is to become a number.

Truth always rests with the minority, and the minority is always stronger than the majority, because the minority is generally formed by those who really have an opinion, while the strength of a majority is illusory, formed by the gangs who have no opinion—and who, therefore, in the next instant (when it is popular to do so) can take on the opposite opinion.

What is important is to find a truth which is true for me, to find the idea for which I am willing to live and die.

The aesthetic existence is despair, whether it knows it or not.