Without Mathematics, We Are Blind.

A Truth Is The Subjective Development Of That Which Is At Once Both New And Universal. New: That Which Is Unforeseen By The Order Of Creation. Universal: That Which Can Interest, Rightly, Every Human Individual, According To His Pure Humanity.

Truth Is A New Word In Europe (and Elsewhere).

In Love, Fidelity Signifies This Extended Victory: The Randomness Of An Encounter Defeated Day After Day Through The Invention Of What Will Endure.

I Am Surprised To See That Today Everything That Does Not Amount To Surrender Pure And Simple To Generalized Capitalism, Let Us Call It Thus, Is Considered To Be Archaic Or Old-fashioned, As Though In A Way There Existed No Other Definition Of What It Means To Be Modern Than, Quite Simply, To Be At All Times Caught In The Dominant Forms Of The Moment.

Let Us Say In Passing That Since (philosophical) Remedies Are Often Worse Than The Malady, Our Age, In Order To Be Cured Of The Plato Sickness, Has Swallowed Such Doses Of A Relativist, Vaguely Skeptical, Lightly Spiritualist And Insipidly Moralist Medicine, That It Is In The Process Of Gently Dying, In The Small Bed Of Its Supposed Democratic Comfort.