The latest revelation – from no Mount Sinai, Sermon on the Mount or Bo tree – is the outcry of mute things themselves that we must heed by curbing our powers over creation, lest we perish together on a wasteland of what that creation once was.
A so-called happy marriage corresponds to love as a correct poem to an improvised song.
On all the peaks lies peace.
Thinking begins only when we have come to know that reason, glorified for centuries, is the stiff-necked adversary of thought.
An idea is always a generalization, and generalization is a property of thinking. To generalize means to think.
Like Leibniz’s possible worlds, most men are only equally entitled pretenders to existence. There are few existences.
Thinking no longer means anymore than checking at each moment whether one can indeed think.
The idea that you surrender your identity when you relinquish national powers is unhelpful. No, indeed, precisely the opposite is the case: if done in an intelligent way, you attain the sovereignty to better solve national problems in cooperation with others.
Because people have no thoughts to deal in, they deal cards, and try and win one another’s money. Idiots!
Beauty is everywhere a welcome guest.