Speech Is Not A Means In The

[the Sensate Body Possesses] An Art Of Interrogating The Sensible According To Its Own Wishes, An Inspired Exegesis.

Visible And Mobile, My Body Is A Thing Among Things; It's Caught In The Fabric Of The World, And Its Cohesion Is That Of A Thing. But, Because It Moves Itself And Sees, It Holds Things In A Circle Around Itself.

True Reflection Presents Me To Myself Not As Idle And Inaccessible Subjectivity, But As Identical With My Presence In The World And To Others, As I Am Now Realizing It: I Am All That I See, I Am An Intersubjective Field, Not Despite My Body And Historical Situation, But, On The Contrary, By Being This Body And This Situation, And Through Them, All The Rest.

The Full Meaning Of A Language Is Never Translatable Into Another. We May Speak Several Languages But One Of Them Always Remains The One In Which We Live. In Order Completely To Assimilate A Language It Would Be Necessary To Make The World Which It Expresses One's Own And One Never Does Belong To Two Worlds At Once.

It Is The Essence Of Certainty To Be Established Only With Reservations.