In philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all.
Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one’s luck.
Philosophy! Empty thinking by ignorant conceited men who think they can digest without eating!
Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
So we live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual death of time, the lost meaning, the unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until the final chop that ends all our moments and plunges that spirit back into the void from which it came.