We Know Not Through Our Intellect But

The Philosopher Will Ask Himself ... If The Criticism We Are Now Suggesting Is Not The Philosophy Which Presses To The Limit That Criticism Of False Gods Which Christianity Has Introduced Into Our History.

Language Transcends Us And Yet We Speak.

As A Matter Of Principle, Humanity Is Precarious: Each Person Can Only Believe What He Recognizes To Be True Internally And, At The Same Time, Nobody Thinks Or Makes Up His Mind Without Already Being Caught Up In Certain Relationships With Others, Which Leads Him To Opt For A Particular Set Of Opinions.

The World Is... The Natural Setting Of, And Field For, All My Thoughts And All My Explicit Perceptions. Truth Does Not Inhabit Only The Inner Man, Or More Accurately, There Is No Inner Man, Man Is In The World, And Only In The World Does He Know Himself.

Being Established In My Life, Buttressed By My Thinking Nature, Fastened Down In This Transcendental Field Which Was Opened For Me By My First Perception, And In Which All Absence Is Merely The Obverse Of A Presence, All Silence A Modality Of The Being Of Sound, I Enjoy A Sort Of Ubiquity And Theoretical Eternity, I Feel Destined To Move In A Flow Of Endless Life, Neither The Beginning Nor The End Of Which I Can Experience In Thought, Since It Is My Living Self Who Think Of Them, And Since Thus My Life Always Precedes And Survives Itself.