Posterity For The Philosopher Is What The

It Has Been Said That Love Robs Those Who Have It Of Their Wit, And Gives It To Those Who Have None.

Are We Not Madder Than Those First Inhabitants Of The Plain Of Sennar? We Know That The Distance Separating The Earth From The Sky Is Infinite, And Yet We Do Not Stop Building Our Tower.

We Swallow With One Gulp The Lie That Flatters Us, And Drink Drop By Drop The Truth Which Is Bitter To Us.

To Attempt The Destruction Of Our Passions Is The Height Of Folly. What A Noble Aim Is That Of The Zealot Who Tortures Himself Like A Madman In Order To Desire Nothing, Love Nothing, Feel Nothing, And Who, If He Succeeded, Would End Up A Complete Monster!

Scepticism Is The First Step Towards Truth.