The Illiterate Of The Future Will Not

Every Passion Borders On The Chaotic, But The Collector's Passion Borders On The Chaos Of Memories.

Marx Says That Revolutions Are The Locomotives Of World History. But The Situation May Be Quite Different. Perhaps Revolutions Are Not The Train Ride, But The Human Race Grabbing For The Emergency Brake.

Ideas Are To Objects As Constellations Are To Stars [translated From Trauerspiel, 1928].

Literature Tells Very Little To Those Who Understand It.

Not To Find One's Way In A City May Well Be Uninteresting And Banal. It Requires Ignorance - Nothing More. But To Lose Oneself In A City - As One Loses Oneself In A Forest - That Calls For A Quite Different Schooling. Then, Signboard And Street Names, Passers-by, Roofs, Kiosks, Or Bars Must Speak To The Wanderer Like A Cracking Twig Under His Feet In The Forest.