Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul. |
Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul. |
So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us. |
The characteristic of scientific progress is our knowing that we did not know. |
The great function of poetry is to give back to us the situations of our dreams. |
The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows. |
The words of the world want to make sentences. |
There is no original truth, only original error. |
To live life well is to express life poorly; if one expresses life too well, one is living it no longer. |
To live life well is to express life poorly; if one expresses life too well, one is living it no longer. |
Two half philosophers will probably never a whole metaphysician make. |