There Is Always A Philosophy For Lack

Thinking Of The Future, Establishing Aims For Oneself, Having Preferences-all This Presupposes A Belief In Freedom, Even If One Occasionally Ascertains That One Doesn't Feel It.

The Real 19th Century Prophet Was Dostoevsky, Not Karl Marx.

When The Body Is Sad, The Heart Languishes.

Do You Believe In God, Doctor?" No - But What Does That Really Mean? I'm Fumbling In The Dark, Struggling To Make Something Out. But I've Long Ceased Finding That Original.

Although It Was The Middle Of Winter, I Finally Realized That, Within Me, Summer Was Inextinguishable.