Why don't I find among the living men who see higher than I do and have to look down on me? Is it only that I have made a poor search? And I have so great a longing for such.
Saturday, January 30, 2016
My Angelic Niece: The Philosopher
“Philosophers are often like
little children, who first scribble random lines on a piece of paper with their
pencils, and then ask an adult 'What is that?”
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