Never self-possessed, or prudent, love is all abandonment.
I like people who like Plato.
Truth is the summit of being.
The civilized man has built a coach, but has lost the use of his feet.
When nature removes a great man, people explore the horizon for a successor; but none comes, and none will. His class is extinguished with him. In some other and quite different field, the next man will appear.
We live in a system of approximations. Every end is prospective of some other end, which is also temporary; a round and final success nowhere. We are encamped in nature, not domesticated.