Nothing exists except through language.

The ambiguity of poetic language answers to the ambiguity of human life as a whole, and therein lies its unique value. All interpretations of poetic language only interpret what the poetry has already interpreted.

The essence of the question is the opening up, and keeping open, of possibilities.

It was clear to me that the forms of consciousness of our inherited and acquired historical education - aesthetic consciousness and historical consciousness - presented alienated forms of our true historical being.

It is the tyranny of hidden prejudices that makes us deaf to what speaks to us in tradition.

History does not belong to us; we belong to it.

I basically only read books that are over 2,000 years old.