We Are Near Waking When

Many Books Are Longer Than They Seem. They Have Indeed No End. The Boredom That They Cause Is Truly Absolute And Infinite.

Learning Is Pleasurable But Doing Is The Height Of Enjoyment.

Nature Is An Aeolian Harp, A Musical Instrument Whose Tones Are The Re-echo Of Higher Strings Within Us.

Everywhere We Seek The Absolute, And Always We Find Only Things.

To Get To Know A Truth Properly, One Must Polemicize It.