To Philosophize Means To Make Vivid.

If The World Is A Precipitation Of Human Nature, So To Speak, Then The Divine World Is A Sublimation Of The Same. Both Occur In One Act. No Precipitation Without Sublimation. What Goes Lost There In Agility, Is Won Here.

Everywhere We Seek The Absolute, And Always We Find Only Things.

Blood Will Stream Over Europe Until The Nations Become Aware Of The Frightful Madness Which Drives Them In Circles. And Then, Struck By Celestial Music And Made Gentle, They Approach Their Former Altars All Together, Hear About The Works Of Peace, And Hold A Great Celebration Of Peace With Fervent Tears Before The Smoking Altars.

Doing Philosophy Is Only A Threefold Or Double Kind Of Waking--being Awake--consciousness.

Philosophy Is Really Nostalgia, The Desire To Be At Home.