Longing is the agony of the nearness of the distant.

As the ego cogito, subjectivity is the consciousness that represents something, relates this representation back to itself, and so gathers with itself.

How one encounters reality is a choice.

The human body is essentially something other than an animal organism.

The relationship between man and space is none other than dwelling, strictly thought and spoken.

But every historical statement and legitimization itself moves within a certain relation to history.

In no way can it be uttered, as can other things, which one can learn. Rather, from out of a full, co-existential dwelling with the thing itself - as when a spark, leaping from the fire, flares into light - so it happens, suddenly, in the soul, there to grow, alone with itself.