“I have never worked as hard as now. I go for a brief walk in the morning. Then I come home and sit in my room without interruption until about three o’clock. My eyes can barely see. Then with my walking stick in hand I sneak off to the restaurant, but am so weak that I believe that if somebody were to call out my name, I would keel over and die. Then I go home and begin again. In my indolence during the past months I had pumped up a veritable shower bath, and now I have pulled the string and the ideas are cascading down upon me: healthy, happy, merry, gay, blessed children born with ease and yet all of them with the birthmark of my personality.”

Letter from Berlin to Emil Boesen, May 25, 1843, Letter 82
1840s, The Journals of Søren Kierkegaard, 1840s

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Danish philosopher and theologian, founder of Existentialism 1813–1855

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