It Is Certain My Belief Gains Quite

Friendship, Love, And Piety Ought To Be Handled With A Sort Of Mysterious Secrecy; They Ought To Be Spoken Of Only In The Rare Moments Of Perfect Confidence, To Be Mutually Understood In Silence. Many Things Are Too Delicate To Be Thought; Many More, To Be Spoken.

When One Begins To Reflect On Philosophy—then Philosophy Seems To Us To Be Everything, Like God, And Love. It Is A Mystical, Highly Potent, Penetrating Idea—which Ceaselessly Drives Us Inward In All Directions. The Decision To Do Philosophy—to Seek Philosophy Is The Act Of Self-liberation—the Thrust Toward Ourselves.

A Complete Need Should Not Exist... Love, Life In Common With Loved Ones?

The Best Thing About The Sciences Is Their Philosophical Ingredient, Like Life For An Organic Body. If One Dephilosophizes The Sciences, What Remains Left? Earth, Air, And Water.

The Normal Present Connects The Past And The Future Through Limitation. Contiguity Results, Crystallization By Means Of Solidification. There Also Exists, However, A Spiritual Present That Identifies Past And Future Through Dissolution, And This Mixture Is The Element, The Atmosphere Of The Poet.