He Who Is Obsessed By

There Is No Doubt: The Study Of Man Is Just Beginning, At The Same Time That His End Is In Sight

I Cannot Become Modest; Too Many Things Burn In Me; The Old Solutions Are Falling Apart; Nothing Has Been Done Yet With The New Ones. So I Begin, Everywhere At Once, As If I Had A Century Ahead Of Me.

Almost Kien Was Tempted To Believe In Happiness, That Contemptible Life-goal Of Illiterates. If It Came Of Itself, Without Being Hunted For, If You Did Not Hold It Fast By Force And Treated It With A Certain Condescension, It Was Permissible To Endure Its Presence For A Few Days

Every Decision Is Liberating, Even If It Leads To Disaster. Otherwise, Why Do So Many People Walk Upright And With Open Eyes Into Their Misfortune?

It Doesn't Matter How New An Idea Is: What Matters Is How New It Becomes.