What For Others Is Style, For Me

Poetry Is The Mother-tongue Of The Human Race.

The Farther Reason Looks The Greater Is The Haze In Which It Loses Itself.

Indeed, If A Chief Question Does Remain: How Is The Power To Think Possible? - The Power To Think Right And Left, Before And Without, With And Above Experience? Then It Does Not Take A Deduction To Prove The Genealogical Priority Of Language.

If Only I Was As Eloquent As Demosthenes, I Would Have To Do No More Than Repeat A Single Word Three Times. Reason Is Language - Logos; I Gnaw On This Marrowbone And Will Gnaw Myself To Death Over It. It Is Still Always Dark Over These Depths For Me: I Am Still Always Awaiting An Apocalyptic Angel With A Key To This Abyss.

The Philosophers Have Always Given Truth A Bill Of Divorce, By Separating What Nature Has Joined Together And Vice Versa.