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I Think That Knowledge Enslaves Us, That At The Base Of All Knowledge There Is A Servility, The Acceptation Of A Way Of Life Wherein Each Moment Has Meaning Only In Relation To Another Or Others That Will Follow It.

I Enjoyed The Innocence Of Unhappiness And Of Helplessness; Could I Blame Myself For A Sin Which Attracted Me, Which Flooded Me With Pleasure Precisely To The Extent It Brought Me To Despair?

How Cruel My Suffering Is,—no One Is More Talkative Than I Am!

The Need To Go Astray, To Be Destroyed, Is An Extremely Private, Distant, Passionate, Turbulent Truth.

It Is Through An "intimate Cessation Of All Intellectual Operations" That The Mind Is Laid Bare. If Nor, Discourse Maintains It In Its Little Complacency. ... The Difference Between Inner Experience And Philosophy Resides Principally In This: That In Experience, ... What Counts Is No Longer The Statement Of Wind, But The Wind.