Close Beside My Knowledge Lies My Black

There Is Always A Certain Noise In Applause: Even In The Applause We Give Ourselves.

Freedom Is The Will To Be Responsible For Ourselves.

Words Are Acoustical Signs For Concepts; Concepts, However, Are More Or Less Definite Image Signs For Often Recurring And Associated Sensations, For Groups Of Sensations. To Understand One Another, It Is Not Enough That One Use The Same Words; One Also Has To Use The Same Words For The Same Species Of Inner Experiences; In The End One Has To Have One's Experiences In Common.

Too Long, The Earth Has Been A Madhouse!

Is Not Wounded Vanity The Mother Of All Tragedies?