Georg Philipp Friedrich
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Georg Philipp Friedrich
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Quien deja un trazo, deja una herida.

Henri Michaux
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November 18, 2024 at 9:02 PM
Here as well, this unique genius of nature has come upon its trail and has noticed a nice trick. That ordinary life is full of related coincidences. They make up a game that, like all games, come down to surprise and deception.
One notices a remarkable trait of Goethe in his interconnection of small, insignificant incidents with important events. He seems to have no other intention than to occupy the imagination in a poetic way with a mysterious game.
All the coincidences of our life are materials from which we can make what we want. Whoever has much spirit makes much of his life. For the completely spiritual person, every acquaintance, every incident, would be the first link in an infinite series, the beginning of an infinite novel.
November 26, 2024 at 1:28 AM
One notices a remarkable trait of Goethe in his interconnection of small, insignificant incidents with important events. He seems to have no other intention than to occupy the imagination in a poetic way with a mysterious game.
All the coincidences of our life are materials from which we can make what we want. Whoever has much spirit makes much of his life. For the completely spiritual person, every acquaintance, every incident, would be the first link in an infinite series, the beginning of an infinite novel.
November 26, 2024 at 1:28 AM
Each later stage of the dialectic contains all the earlier stages, as it were in solution; none of them is wholly superseded, but is given its proper place as a moment in the Whole. It is therefore impossible to reach the truth except by going through all the steps of the dialectic.-Russell on Hegel
November 22, 2024 at 10:26 PM
In the truest sense doing philosophy is-a caress. It bears witness to the deepest love of reflection, to absolute delight in wisdom.
November 22, 2024 at 9:33 PM
Lacking sun, know how to ripen in ice. — Henri Michaux.
November 22, 2024 at 6:28 PM
Writings are the thoughts of the state, the archives its memory.
November 21, 2024 at 4:54 AM
All the coincidences of our life are materials from which we can make what we want. Whoever has much spirit makes much of his life. For the completely spiritual person, every acquaintance, every incident, would be the first link in an infinite series, the beginning of an infinite novel.
November 20, 2024 at 2:47 AM
Philosophy cannot bake bread-but it can bring us God, freedom, and immortality.
November 18, 2024 at 3:31 PM
There is no wit in serene souls. Wit indicates a disturbed balance: it is the consequence of the disruption and at the same time the means of creation. Passion has the greatest wit. The state of the dissolution of all relationships, despair or spiritual death is most terrifyingly witty.
November 18, 2024 at 3:45 AM
Fragments of this kind are literary seeds. Certainly there may be a few unproductive grains amongst them: yet if only a few of them sprout forth!
November 17, 2024 at 3:52 AM
To be human is a humorous role.
November 17, 2024 at 3:51 AM