The Highest Of All Is

I Am So Stupid That I Cannot Understand Philosophy; The Antithesis Of This Is That Philosophy Is So Clever That It Cannot Comprehend My Stupidity. These Antitheses Are Mediated In A Higher Unity; In Our Common Stupidity.

Love Does Not Alter The Beloved, It Alters Itself.

The Unhappy Person Is Never Present To Themself Because They Always Live In The Past Or The Future.

The Question Of Immortality Is Of Its Nature Not A Scholarly Question. It Is A Question Welling Up From The Interior Which The Subject Must Put To Itself As It Becomes Conscious Of Itself.

If You Think You Understand, It Isn't God.