Saturday, 29 January 2011


Gardener and Garden- Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus:one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener,but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.

We are like shop windows in which we are continually arranging, concealing, and illuminating the supposed qualities others ascribe to us- in order to deceive ourselves.


the enjoyment of the mind's lack of discipline, arbitrary feelings, the joy in human unreason...some great dangers to society...actually there are things to be said in favor of the exception as long as it does not become the rule.....The Gay Science.

I did want to do your garden and run along the sea, I enjoyed our're pleasant company, but these things will never be. 

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