Opinions Are To The Vast Apparatus Of

In The End, We Get Older, We Kill Everyone Who Loves Us Through The Worries We Give Them, Through The Troubled Tenderness We Inspire In Them, And The Fears We Ceaselessly Cause.

In The World's Structure Dream Loosens Individuality Like A Bad Tooth.

There Was The Pedestrian Who Wedged Himself Into The Crowd, But There Was Also The Flneur Who Demanded Elbow Room And Was Unwilling To Forego The Life Of The Gentleman Of Leisure. His Leisurely Appearance As A Personality Is His Protest Against The Division Of Labour Which Makes People Into Specialists. It Was Also His Protest Against Their Industriousness. Around 1840 It Was Briefly Fashionable To Take Turtles For A Walk In The Arcades. The Flneurs Liked To Have The Turtles Set The Pace For Them.

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

To Do Justice To The Figure Of Kafka In Its Purity And Its Peculiar Beauty One Must Never Lose Sight Of One Thing: It Is The Purity And Beauty Of A Failure.