The Soul Of A Landscape, The Spirits

I Discovered That The Study Of Past Philosophers Is Of Little Use Unless Our Own Reality Enters Into It. Our Reality Alone Allows The Thinker's Questions To Become Comprehensible.

When Language Is Used Without True Significance, It Loses Its Purpose As A Means Of Communication And Becomes An End In Itself.

Everything Depends Therefore On Encountering Thought At Its Source. Such Thought Is The Reality Of Man's Being, Which Achieved Consciousness And Understanding Of Itself Through It.

On The Question Of The World As A Whole, Science Founders. For Scientific Knowledge The World Lies In Fragments, The More So The More Precise Our Scientific Knowledge Becomes.

The 'public' Is A Phantom, The Phantom Of An Opinion Supposed To Exist In A Vast Number Of Persons Who Have No Effective Interrelation And Though The Opinion Is Not Effectively Present In The Units. Such An Opinion Is Spoken Of As 'public Opinion,' A Fiction Which Is Appealed To By Individuals And By Groups As Supporting Their Special Views. It Is Impalpable, Illusory, Transient; "'tis Here, 'tis There, 'tis Gone"; A Nullity Which Can Nevertheless For A Moment Endow The Multitude With Power To Uplift Or Destroy.