There is no love that is not an echo.
As a constellation, theoretical thought circles the concept it would like to unseal, hoping that it may fly open like the lock of a well-guarded safe-deposit box: in response, not to a single key or a single number, but to a combination of numbers
One must have tradition in oneself, to hate it properly.
There's not much need for prophets who are in synch with their society.
Intelligence is a moral category.
He who stands aloof runs the risk of believing himself better than others and misusing his critique of society as an ideology for his private interest.