We Only Understand That Which Already Is

Materialism Coarsens And Petrifies Everything, Making Everything Vulgar, And Every Truth False.

Time Is The Supreme Illusion. It Is But The Inner Prism By Which We Decompose Being And Life, The Mode Under Which We Perceive Successively What Is Simultaneous In Idea.

Man Is A Passion Which Brings A Will Into Play, Which Works An Intelligence.

If Nationality Is Consent, The State Is Compulsion.

What Governs Men Is The Fear Of Truth.