“Nothing is less Greek than the conceptual web-spinning of a hermit—amor intellectualis dei—after the fashion of Spinoza.”

—  Baruch Spinoza

Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilights of Idols (1888), "Skirmishes of an Untimely Man", 23.
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