Few Books Today Are Forgivable.

Creative People Who Can't Help But Explore Other Mental Territories Are At Greater Risk, Just As Someone Who Climbs A Mountain Is More At Risk Than Someone Who Just Walks Along A Village Lane.

True Guilt Is Guilt At The Obligation One Owes To Oneself To Be Oneself. False Guilt Is Guilt Felt At Not Being What Other People Feel One Ought To Be Or Assume That One Is.

Beauty Is Almost No Longer Possible If It Is Not A Lie.

We Live In A Moment Of History Where Change Is So Speeded Up That We Begin To See The Present Only When It Is Already Disappearing.

How Do We Define, How Do We Describe, How Do We Explain And/or Understand Ourselves? What Sort Of Creatures Do We Take Ourselves To Be? What Are We? Who Are We? Why Are We? How Do We Come To Be What Or Who We Are Or Take Ourselves To Be? How Do We Give An Account Of Ourselves? How Do We Account For Ourselves, Our Actions, Interactions, Transactions (praxis), Our Biologic Processes? Our Specific Human Existence?