It Is Only For Those Without Hope

Our Image Of Happiness Is Indissolubly Bound Up With The Image Of The Past.

Thinking Involves Not Only The Flow Of Thoughts, But Their Arrest As Well.

Work On Good Prose Has Three Steps: A Musical Stage When It Is Composed, An Architectonic One When It Is Built, And A Textile One When It Is Woven.

Less And Less Frequently Do We Encounter People With The Ability To Tell A Tale Properly. More And More Often There Is Embarrassment All Around When The Wish To Hear A Story Is Expressed. It Is As If Something That Seemed Inalienable To Us, The Securest Among Our Possessions, Were Taken From Us: The Ability To Exchange Our Experiences...experience Has Fallen In Value. And It Looks As If It Is Continuing To Fall Into Bottomlessness.

All Disgust Is Originally Disgust At Touching.