Every Form Of Talent Involves A Certain

To Live Entirely Without A Goal! I Have Glimpsed This State, And Have Often Attained It, Without Managing To Remain There: I Am Too Weak For Such Happiness.

Criticism Is A Misconception: We Must Read Not To Understand Others But To Understand Ourselves.

All The Concessions We Make To Eros Are Holes In Our Desire For The Absolute.

When You Have Understood That Nothing Is, That Things Do Not Even Deserve The Status Of Appearances, You No Longer Need To Be Saved, You Are Saved, And Miserable Forever.

Our First Intuitions Are The True Ones.