Nothing Exists Except Through Language.

For Both Art And The Historical Sciences Are Ways Of Experiencing In Which Our Own Understanding Of Existence Is Immediately Brought Into Play.

The Ambiguity Of Poetic Language Answers To The Ambiguity Of Human Life As A Whole, And Therein Lies Its Unique Value. All Interpretations Of Poetic Language Only Interpret What The Poetry Has Already Interpreted.

Unlike Seeing, Where One Can Look Away, One Cannot 'hear Away' But Must Listen ... Hearing Implies Already Belonging Together In Such A Manner That One Is Claimed By What Is Being Said.

History Does Not Belong To Us; We Belong To It.

Long Before We Understand Ourselves Through The Process Of Self-examination, We Understand Ourselves In A Self-evident Way In The Family, Society And State In Which We Live.