A German Is Someone Who Cannot Tell

The Noiseless Din That We Have Long Known In Dreams, Booms At Us In Waking Hours From Newspaper Headlines.

It Is Proust's Courtesy To Spare The Reader The Embarrassment Of Believing Himself Cleverer Than The Author.

In His State Of Complete Powerlessness The Individual Perceives The Time He Has Left To Live As A Brief Reprieve.

Art Is The Social Antithesis Of Society, Not Directly Deducible From It.

It Is Incumbent Upon Philosophy ... To Provide A Refuge For Freedom. Not That There Is Any Hope That It Could Break The Political Tendencies That Are Throttling Freedom Throughout The World Both From Within And Without And Whose Violence Permeates The Very Fabric Of Philosophical Argumentation.