The need to be right is the sign of a vulgar mind. >>
Alas after a certain age, every man is responsible for his own face. >>
In the depth of winter I finally learned that within me there lay an i >>
How could drops of water know themselves to be a river? Yet the river >>
Those who talk on the razor-edge of double-meanings pluck the rarest b >>
Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is. >>
Just as all thought, and primarily that of non-signification, signifies something, so there is no art that has no signification.