When A Man Has Made Peace Within

In The Ice Of Solitude Man Becomes Most Inexorably A Question To Himself, And Just Because The Question Pitilessly Summons And Draws Into Play His Most Secret Life He Becomes An Experience To Himself.

As Long As The Firmament Of The You Is Spread Over Me, The Tempests Of Causality Cower At My Heels, And Whirl Of Doom Congeals.

It Is Not The Nature Of The Task, But Its Consecration, That Is The Vital Thing.

Love Is Responsibility Of An I For A You: In This Consists What Cannot Consist In Any Feeling - The Equality Of All Lovers.

The Philosophical Anthropologist ... Can Know The Wholeness Of The Person And Through It The Wholeness Of Man Only When He Does Not Leave His Subjectivity Out And Does Not Remain An Untouched Observer.