The Noiseless Din That We Have Long

In The End, Glorification Of Splendid Underdogs Is Nothing Other Than Glorification Of The Splendid System That Makes Them So.

It Is Proust's Courtesy To Spare The Reader The Embarrassment Of Believing Himself Cleverer Than The Author.

The Basest Person Is Capable Of Perceiving The Weaknesses Of The Greatest, The Most Stupid, The Errors In The Thought Of The Most Intelligent.

Not Only Is The Self Entwined In Society; It Owes Society Its Existence In The Most Literal Sense.

Writing Poetry After Auschwitz Is Barbaric.