What matter that the man stands for much I cannot love—the moment he touches the realms of truth he enters my world and is my friend.


p. 89 - Aphorisms and Reflections (1901)


What matter that the man stands for much I cannot love—the moment he touches the realms of truth he enters my world and is my friend.

What matter that the man stands for much I cannot love—the moment he touches the realms of truth he enters my world and is my friend.

What matter that the man stands for much I cannot love—the moment he touches the realms of truth he enters my world and is my friend.

What matter that the man stands for much I cannot love—the moment he touches the realms of truth he enters my world and is my friend.