I thought my fire was out, and stirred the ashes…. I burnt my fingers.
All uncertainty is fruitfull ... so long as it is accompanied by the wish to understand
Life is the path you beat while you walk it It's the walking that beats the path It is not the path that makes the walk
The great philosophers are poets who believe in the reality of their poems.
The absence of vices adds so little to the sum of one's virtues.
No one can shed light on vices he does not have or afflictions he has ever experienced.