He who climbs upon the highest mountains laughs at all tragedies, real or imaginary.

Every culture that has lost myth has lost, by the same token, its natural healthy creativity. Only a horizon ringed about with myths can unify a culture. The forces of imagination and the Apollonian dream are saved only by myth from indiscriminate rambling. The images of myth must be the daemonic guardians, ubiquitous but unnoticed, presiding over the growth of the child's mind and interpreting to the mature man his life and struggles.

Can an ass be tragic? To perish under a burden one can neither bear nor throw off? The case of the philosopher.

I consider tragedy the highest form of art.

Death by Trivial Pursuits

I believe that the mind can be permanently profaned by the habit of attending to trivial things.