I Turn And Turn In My Cell

The Old World Is Dying, And The New World Struggles To Be Born; Now Is The Time Of Monsters

The Old Is Dying And The New Cannot Be Born. In This Interregnum There Arises A Great Diversity Of Morbid Symptoms.

Pessimism Of The Spirit; Optimism Of The Will.

What Are The "maximum" Limits Of Acceptance Of The Term "intellectual"?

Is It Better To Work Out Consciously And Critically One's Own Conception Of The World And Thus, In Connection With The Labours Of One's Own Brain, Choose One's Sphere Of Activity, Take An Active Part In The Creation Of The History Of The World, Be One's Own Guide, Refusing To Accept Passively And Supinely From Outside The Moulding Of One' Own Personality?