How it happened he did not know. But all at once something seemed to seize him and fling him at her feet. He wept and threw his arms round her knees. For the first instant she was terribly frightened and she turned pale. She jumped up and looked at him trembling. But at the same moment she understood, and a light of infinite happiness came into her eyes. She knew and had no doubt that he loved her beyond everything and that at last the moment had come…
~ Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoevsky
Another sketch for a book cover
But man is so partial to systems and abstract conclusions that he is ready to distort the truth, ready to hear nor see anything, as long as he can justify his logic.
The spirit now wills his own will, and he who had been lost to the world now conquers the world.
All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to discover them.
One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one’s death, one dies one’s life.
Being and time determine each other reciprocally, but in such a manner that neither can the former - Being - be addressed as something temporal nor can the latter - time - be addressed as a being.
The finest virtue of a great thinker is the magnanimity with which, as a man of knowledge, he intrepidly, often with embarrassment, often with sublime mockery – offers himself and his life as a supreme sacrifice.
… And so it should be, because a photography is never more than a photographer’s vision in a moment of time.