Our Place Is Somewhere Between Being And

Knowledge Subverts Love: In Proportion As We Penetrate Our Secrets, We Come To Loathe Our Kind, Precisely Because They Resemble Us.

An Aphorism? Fire Without Flames. Understandable That No One Tries To Warm Himself At It.

When We Cannot Be Delivered From Ourselves, We Delight In Devouring Ourselves.

We Change Ideas Like Neckties.

I Saw That Philosophy Had No Power To Make My Life More Bearable. Thus I Lost My Belief In Philosophy.