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Psycho-Pictography
Source: The Leader Who Had No Title: A Modern Fable on Real Success in Business and in
                                        
                                        From The Total Library by Jorge Luis Borges, 1999 
Other
                                    
                                        
                                        1960s, Beyond Vietnam: A Time to Break Silence (1967) 
Context: Over the past two years, as I have moved to break the betrayal of my own silences and to speak from the burnings of my own heart, as I have called for radical departures from the destruction of Vietnam, many persons have questioned me about the wisdom of my path. At the heart of their concerns this query has often loomed large and loud: Why are you speaking about war, Dr. King? Why are you joining the voices of dissent? Peace and civil rights don't mix, they say. Aren't you hurting the cause of your people, they ask? And when I hear them, though I often understand the source of their concern, I am nevertheless greatly saddened, for such questions mean that the inquirers have not really known me, my commitment or my calling. Indeed, their questions suggest that they do not know the world in which they live.
                                    
On writing in “‘What is a heart? You have an organ in your body and you have a symbol of love’” https://www.theguardian.com/books/2017/apr/28/maylis-de-kerangal-interview-wellcome-prize-writing in The Guardian (2017 Apr 28)
The Tragic Sense of Life (1913), II : The Starting-Point
                                        
                                        Dialogues on Metaphysics (1688) Dialogue III 
Context: I am unable, when I turn to myself, to recognize any of my faculties or my capacities. The inner sensation which I have of myself informs me that I am, that I think, that I will, that I have sensory awareness, that I suffer, and so on; but it provides me with no knowledge whatever of what I am — of the nature of my thought, my sensations, my passions, or my pain — or the mutual relations that obtain between all these things … I have no idea whatever of my soul.
                                    
                                        
                                        written in her Journal, 1905 
Quote of Werefkin's Journal, 1905; in Briefe an einen Unbekannten, ed. Clemens Weiler, Cologne: Verlag M. DuMont, 1960, p. 50 
1895 - 1905
                                    
DNb inscription http://www.livius.org/aa-ac/achaemenians/DNb.html
 
                            
                        
                        
                         
                            
                        
                        
                         
                            
                        
                        
                         
                            
                        
                        
                         
                            
                        
                        
                         
                            
                        
                        
                        