A Man Can't Be Angry At His

Anyone Who Still Wants To Experience Fairytales These Days Can’t Afford To Dither When It Comes To Using Their Brains.

Every Day There Comes A Moment When A Person Lays His Hands In His Lap And All His Busyness Collapses Like Ashes. The Work Accomplished Is, From The Soul's Point Of View, Entirely Imaginary.

It Will Always Be The Same Possibilities, In Sum Or On The Average, That Go On Repeating Themselves Until A Man Comes Along Who Does Not Value The Actuality Above Idea. It Is He Who First Gives The New Possibilities Their Meaning, Their Direction, And He Awakens Them.

... We Engage In Politics Because We Don't Know Anything. This Is Clearly Revealed In The Way We Go About It. Our Parties Exist From A Fear Of Theory. The Voter Fears That One Idea Can Always Be Contradicted By Another. Therefore The Parties Reciprocally Defend Themselves Against The Few Old Ideas They Have Inherited. They Don't Live From What They Promise, But From Frustrating The Promises Of Others. This Is Their Silent Community Of Interests.

The Truth Is Not A Crystal That Can Be Slipped Into One's Pocket, But An Endless Current Into Which One Falls Headlong.