Each Person Is A Graveyard Of His

If There Is A Sense Of Reality, There Must Also Be A Sense Of Possibility.

The Thought Came To Me That All One Loves In Art Becomes Beautiful. Beauty Is Nothing But The Expression Of The Fact That Something Is Being Loved. Only Thus Could She Be Defined.

Ideology Is: Intellectual Ordering Of The Feelings; An Objective Connection Among Them That Makes The Subjective Connection Easier.

And Since The Possession Of Qualities Presupposes That One Takes A Certain Pleasure In Their Reality, All This Gives Us A Glimpse Of How It May All Of A Sudden Happen To Someone Who Cannot Summon Up Any Sense Of Reality — Even In Relation To Himself — That One Day He Appears To Himself As A Man Without Qualities.

It's Not The Genius Who Is 100 Years Ahead Of His Time But Average Man Who Is 100 Years Behind It.