Opinions Are A Private Matter. The Public

The Good Tidings Which The Historian Of The Past Brings With Throbbing Heart May Be Lost In A Void The Very Moment He Opens His Mouth.

How Many Cities Have Revealed Themselves To Me In The Marches I Undertook In The Pursuit Of Books!

Never Stop Writing Because You Have Run Out Of Ideas. Fill The Lacunae Of Inspiration By Tidily Copying Out What Is Already Written.

... [l]ess Than At Any Time Does A Simple Reproduction Of Reality Tell Us Anything About Reality. A Photograph Of The Krupp Works Or Gec Yields Almost Nothing About Those Institutions. Reality Proper Has Slipped Into The Functional. The Reification Of Human Relationships, The Factory, Let's Say, No Longer Reveals These Relationships. Therefore Something Has To Be Constructed, Something Artificial, Something Set Up.

To A Book Collector, You See, The True Freedom Of All Books Is Somewhere On His Shelves.