Quotations In My Work Are Like Wayside

What Has Been Forgotten Is Never Something Purely Individual. Everything Forgotten Mingles With What Has Been Forgotten Of The Prehistoric World, Forms Countless, Uncertain, Changing Compounds, Yielding A Constant Flow Of New, Strange Products.

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.

A Blind Determination To Save The Prestige Of Personal Existence, Rather Than, Through An Impartial Disdain For Its Impotence And Entanglement, At Least To Detach It From The Background Of Universal Delusion, Is Triumphing Almost Everywhere.

The Destructive Character Lives From The Feeling, Not That Life Is Worth Living, But That Suicide Is Not Worth The Trouble.