There is no doubt: the study of man is just beginning, at the same time that his end is in sight

A child. . . opens and closes like a blossom.

A 'modern' man has nothing to add to modernism, if only because he has nothing to oppose it with. The well-adapted drop off the dead limb of time like lice.

As if one could know the good a person is capable of, when one doesn't know the bad he might do.

Rulers who want to unleash war know very well that they must procure or invent a first victim.

Whether or not God is dead: it is impossible to keep silent about him who was there for so long.

He would like to start from scratch. Where is scratch?