What has been forgotten…. is never something purely individual.
Any order is a balancing act of extreme precariousness.
All efforts to make politics aesthetic culminate in one thing, war.
As long as there is still one beggar around, there will still be myth.
Solitude appeared to me as the only fit state of man.
The only way of knowing a person is to love them without hope.
Truth resists being projected into the realm of knowledge.
Not one-tenth of them. I don’t suppose you use your Sevres china every day?