Order Is Not Pressure Which Is Imposed

The People With The Clear Heads Are The Ones Who Look Life In The Face, Realize That Everything In It Is Problematic, And Feel Themselves Lost. And This Is The Simple Truth: That To Live Is To Feel Oneself Lost. Those Who Accept It Have Already Begun To Find Themselves, To Be On Firm Ground.

To Rule Is Not So Much A Question Of The Heavy Hand As The Firm Seat.

Every Life Is, More Or Less, A Ruin Among Whose Debris We Have To Discover What The Person Ought To Have Been.

In This Initial Illimitableness Of Possibilities That Characterizes One Who Has No Nature There Stands Out Only One Fixed, Pre-established, And Given Line By Which He May Chart His Course, Only One Limit: The Past.

Life Is The External Text, The Burning Bush By The Edge Of The Path From Which God Speaks.