The Shadow Escapes From The Body Like

The Law Is Not Known, Since There Is Nothing In It To Know. We Come Across It Only Through Its Action, And It Acts Only Through Its Sentence And Its Execution. It Is Not Distinguishable From The Application. We Know It Only Through Its Imprint On Our Heart And Our Flesh: We Are Guilty, Necessarily Guilty. Guilt Is Like The Moral Thread Which Duplicates The Thread Of Time.

The Philosopher Creates, He Doesn't Reflect.

The Conditions Of A True Critique And A True Creation Are The Same: The Destruction Of An Image Of Thought Which Presupposes Itself And The Genesis Of The Act Of Thinking In Thought Itself. Something In The World Forces Us To Think. This Something Is An Object Not Of Recognition But Of A Fundamental Encounter

The Morality Of Customs,the Spirit Of The Laws, Produces The Man Emancipated From The Law.

Either It Is The Fold Of The Infinite, Or The Constant Folds [replis] Of Finitude Which Curve The Outside And Constitute The Inside.