We are all treading the vanishing road of a song in the air, the vanishing road of the spring flowers and the winter snows, the vanishing roads of the winds and the streams, the vanishing road of beloved faces.
“These critics organize and practice in my case a sort of obsessive personality cult which philosophers should know how to question and above all, to moderate.”
“I understood immediately that to get success I had to make for the front door, not for the back one.”