The Only Artist Who Does Not Deserve

A Great Philosopher In The Wrong Is Like A Beacon On The Reefs Which Says To Seamen: Steer Clear Of Me.

For To Love Is To Give What One Is, His Very Being, In The Most Absolute, The Most Brazenly Metaphysical, The Least Phenomenalizable Sense Of This Word.

In Loving Things And The Being In Them Man Should Rather Draw Things Up To The Human Level Than Reduce Humanity To Their Measure.

Whereas The Intelligence Of God Is Both The Cause And The Measure Of The Truth Of Things, Things Are Both The Cause And The Measure Of The Truth Of Our Intelligence.

The Spiritual Experience Of The Philosopher Is The Nourishing Soil Of Philosophy; That Without It There Is No Philosophy; And That, Even So, Spiritual Experience Does Not, Or Must Not, Enter Into The Intelligible Texture Of Philosophy. The Pulp Of The Fruit Must Consist Of Nothing But The Truth.