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The limits of my language mean the limits of my world.

The world of the happy is quite different from the world of the unhappy.

The more numerous the laws, the more corrupt the government.

Translation: It is the rare fortune of these days that one may think what one likes and say what one thinks.

No doubt, there was peace after all this, but it was a peace stained with blood.

There are, indeed, things that cannot be put into words. They make themselves manifest. They are what is mystical.

Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present. Our life has no end in just the way in which our visual field has no limits.

The gods are on the side of the stronger.

In that book which is

My memory...

On the first page

That is the chapter when

I first met you

Appear the words...

Here begins a new life.

Love hath so long possessed me for his own

And made his lordship so familiar.

And his will is our peace.

The whole sense of the book might be summed up the following words: what can be said at all can be said clearly, and what we cannot talk about we must pass over in silence.