En cuanto a nosotros, aficionados a la lectura feliz, no leemos ni releemos más que lo que nos gusta, con un pequeño orgullo de lector mezclado con m… - Gaston Bachelard

When a cultured and sensitive soul retraces its efforts to lay down the great lineaments of reason according to its own intellectual destiny,
when it retraces the history of its own culture through memory, it becomes aware that the vestige of an essential ignorance lies forever at the core of its intimate certainties. Within the realm of knowledge itself, there is indeed an original fault-that of having an origin; that of falling short of the glory of atemporal being; that of not awakening oneself to remain oneself, but of awaiting the lesson of light from the dark world.

The reveries of two solitary souls prepare the sweetness of loving.

Non-knowing is not a form of ignorance but a difficult transcendence of knowledge.