I May Speak Many Languages,

The Flesh Is At The Heart Of The World.

It Is The Mission Of The Twentieth Century To Elucidate The Irrational.

I Will Never Know How You See Red And You Will Never Know How I See It. But This Separation Of Consciousness Is Recognized Only After A Failure Of Communication, And Our First Movement Is To Believe In An Undivided Being Between Us.

Montaigne [puts] Not Self-satisfied Understanding But A Consciousness Astonished At Itself At The Core Of Human Existence.

My Hold On The Past And The Future Is Precarious And My Possession Of My Own Time Is Always Postponed Until A Stage When I May Fully Understand It, Yet This Stage Can Never Be Reached, Since It Would Be One More Moment Bounded By The Horizon Of Its Future, And Requiring In Its Turn, Further Developments In Order To Be Understood.