My Philosophy Is Fundamentally Sad, But I'm

All Uncertainty Is Fruitfull ... So Long As It Is Accompanied By The Wish To Understand

There Is No One So Bound To His Own Face That He Does Not Cherish The Hope Of Presenting Another To The World.

Man Would Be "otherwise." That's The Essence Of The Specifically Human.

The Wind, One Brilliant Day, Called To My Soul With An Odor Of Jasmine. "in Return For The Odor Of My Jasmine, I'd Like All The Odor Of Your Roses." "i Have No Roses; All The Flowers In My Garden Are Dead." "well Then, I'll Take The Withered Petals And The Yellow Leaves And The Waters Of The Fountain." The Wind Left. And I Wept. And I Said To Myself: "what Have You Done With The Garden That Was Entrusted To You?

Under All That We Think, Lives All We Believe, Like The Ultimate Veil Of Our Spirits