Anxiety Is The Dizziness Of Freedom.

It Belongs To The Imperfection Of Everything Human That Man Can Only Attain His Desire By Passing Through Its Opposite.

In The Life Of The Individual When Love Awakens It Is Older Than Everything Else, Because When It Exists It Seems As If It Has Existed For A Long Time; It Presupposes Itself Back Into The Distant Past Until All Searching Ends In The Inexplicable Origin.

This, Then, Is The Ultimate Paradox Of Thought: To Want To Discover Something That Thought Itself Cannot Think.

Sin Is In Itself Separation From The Good, But Despair Over Sin Is Separation A Second Time.

Comparison Is The Most Dangerous Acquaintance Love Can Make.