Too long, the earth has been a madhouse!
When we cannot stand certain people, we try to have suspicions about them.
All truth is simple... is that not doubly a lie?
Does wisdom perhaps appear on the earth as a raven which is inspired by the smell of carrion?
"Body am I, and soul" - so saith the child. And why should one not speak like children?
Gradually it has become clear to me what every great philosophy so far has been: namely, the personal confession of its author and a kind of involuntary and unconscious memoir.