It is as if my heart and my brain did not belong to the same person. Feelings come quicker than lightning and fill my soul, but they bring me no illumination; they burn me and dazzle me.
The Confessions of Jean-Jacques Rousseau (ed. 1971)
It is as if my heart and my brain did not belong to the same person. Feelings come quicker than lightning and fill my soul, but they bring me no illumination; they burn me and dazzle me.
The Confessions of Jean-Jacques Rousseau (ed. 1971)