The power of philosophy floats through my head, light like a feather, heavy as lead.
Ideals are an imaginative understanding of that which is desirable in that which is possible
Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same
We know the truth, not only by the reason, but by the heart
In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different.
Worry often gives a small thing a big shadow
The power of philosophy floats through my head, light like a feather, heavy as lead.
Ideals are an imaginative understanding of that which is desirable in that which is possible
Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same
We know the truth, not only by the reason, but by the heart
In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different.
Worry often gives a small thing a big shadow