We still by no means think decisively enough about the essence of action.
Philosophy will not be able to effect an immediate transformation of the present condition of the world. This is not only true of philosophy, but of all merely human thought and endeavor.
The song still remains which names the land over which it sings.
To dwell is to garden.
Longing is the agony of the nearness of the distant.
The world, in resting upon the earth, strives to surmount it. As self-opening it cannot endure anything closed. The earth, however, as sheltering and concealing, tends always to draw the world into itself and keep it there