Capitalism Is A Purely Cultic Religion, Perhaps

Any Order Is A Balancing Act Of Extreme Precariousness.

The Killing Of A Criminal Can Be Moral-but Never Its Legitimation.

Even The Most Perfect Reproduction Of A Work Of Art Is Lacking In One Element: Its Presence In Time And Space, Its Unique Existence At The Place Where It Happens To Be.

To Perceive The Aura Of An Object We Look At Means To Invest It With The Ability To Look At Us In Return.

Every Passion Borders On The Chaotic, But The Collector's Passion Borders On The Chaos Of Memories.