maybe I'll be repetitive, but in this case it takes. Life with the life care. There is no other way.
Solitude, the hermitage, the punishment, frugality, suffering, the creation order. All this serves to increase in us the sense of ourselves, to give to our domain to be infinite.
But our life, our being in this world, it only trains going through. And nothing more.
Lomps Thanks.
juice then this is it. A vacuum stemmed from a frame. There is not much more.
A window is an emblem of the house. A border that damming the space, as if this were the space, to support the materiality of its borders. Paradoxical, no? What defines the house is that it is empty inside, otherwise there would be no possibility of movement, of life inside. And then, there would be home. As if the separation of a vacuum from the rest of the blank defining it differently.
not see how, after all, we are all windows? Frames of various shapes and sizes, but all determined by the landscape that enclose inside. It is a matter of perspective. To find a window often need to know what it hides, from which divides us.
It's hard to have a Southern overseer; even harder to have a northerner, worst of all, though, is to be slave traders themselves.
[...] The public has a very weak tyrant, compared to our personal opinion.
[...] The majority of men live in quiet desperation. This which is called resignation is despair strengthened.
many luxuries and many of the so-called comforts of life are not only unnecessary but also real obstacles to the moral elevation of man. As for luxuries and comforts, the wisest have always led a simple life and that of the wretched poor.
[...] No one can see human life with greater wisdom and impartiality that the location offered by a poverty that we define as a voluntary choice.
A man is rich in proportion to the number of things that can do without.
[...] "I am monarch of all I look at \\, and no one disputes my right"
[...] What is the difference between being relegated to a farm or in a county jail?
I find it wholesome to be alone for most of the time. Being in the company, even the best, just cause trouble and disturbances. I love being alone.
[...] For the most part, we are more lonely when we go out among men than when we stay in our room. A man who thinks or working is always alone.
[...] Usually the company is too little. We meet at very short intervals, not having had time to acquire any new value for each other. We meet at meals three times a day, and offer each other a new taste of that old musty cheese that we are.
Causes earn a living is not a job, but fun. Enjoy the land, but does not possess.
I believe that every man who has always been sincere in to keep in better conditions than their high and poetic faculty has been particularly inclined to abstain from animal food and lots of food of any kind.
After all that this does not reduce the problem.
not be smart enough to answer questions that arise in, and do not be stupid enough to ignore them.
Anxiety, faithful companion of every hour, is nothing.
Corro. Here in China Town and New Year, but not if nobody notices.
I let myself slide Halls industrial side slipping into the fog, with no direction that the "most possible out of." And it's going from here, including building of new suburbs, industrial halls and streets lifeless, that becomes clear to me the affection I feel for these places. World on the border between wild and domesticated, including built and natural environment. Places where the unexpected is still the norm, where the order is to be labile to survive. Where time passes still on the objects and its grooves are memories of the past.
A world of degradation, lack of social and poverty. Where man can still be beast among beasts, a chain of high-millennial ring.
is in harmony with my inner world. With the dark soul of my coffee-stained.
