The Poem Of The Understanding Is Philosophy.

You Are Alone With Everything You Love.

Philosophy Is Properly Home-sickness; The Wish To Be Everywhere At Home.

Fate And Temperament Are The Names Of A Concept.

Humanity Is The Higher Meaning Of Our Planet, The Nerve That Connects This Part Of It With The Upper World, The Eye It Raises To Heaven.

Nature Is An Aeolian Harp, A Musical Instrument Whose Tones Are The Re-echo Of Higher Strings Within Us.