The Only Phenomenon With Which Writing Has

While I Complain Of Being Able To Glimpse No More Than The Shadow Of The Past, I May Be Insensitive To Reality As It Is Taking Shape At This Very Moment, Since I Have Not Reached The Stage Of Development At Which I Would Be Capable Of Perceiving It. A Few Hundred Years Hence, In This Same Place, Another Traveller, As Despairing As Myself, Will Mourn The Disappearance Of What I Might Have Seen, But Failed To See.

Civilization Has Ceased To Be That Delicate Flower Which Was Preserved And Painstakingly Cultivated In One Or Two Sheltered Areas Of A Soil Rich In Wild Species ... Mankind Has Opted For Monoculture; It Is In The Process Of Creating A Mass Civilization, As Beetroot Is Grown In The Mass. Henceforth, Man's Daily Bill Of Fare Will Consist Only Of This One Item.

Music Is A Language By Whose Means Messages Are Elaborated, That Such Messages Can Be Understood By The Many But Sent Out Only By Few, And That It Alone Among All The Languages Unites The Contradictory Character Of Being At Once Intelligible And Untranslatable - These Facts Make The Creator Of Music A Being Like The Gods.

I Hate Travelling And Explorers

Not Only Does A Journey Transport Us Over Enormous Distances, It Also Causes Us To Move A Few Degrees Up Or Down In The Social Scale. It Displaces Us Physically And Also For Better Or For Worse Takes Us Out Of Our Class Context, So That The Colour And Flavour Of Certain Places Cannot Be Dissociated From The Always Unexpected Social Level On Which We Find Ourselves In Experiencing Them.