Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.

The fact would seem to be, if in my situation one may speak of facts, not only that I shall have to speak of things of which I cannot speak, but also, which is even more interesting, but also that I, which is if possible even more interesting, that I shall have to, I forget, no matter. And at the same time I am obliged to speak. I shall never be silent. Never.

Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.

Do we mean love, when we say love?

I use the words you taught me. If they don't mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.

The search for the means to put an end to things, an end to speech, is what enables the discourse to continue.

Women are all the bloody sameyou can't love for five minutes without wanting it abolished in brats and house bloody wifery.