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.

Death is a scandal. The machine is functioning, we are all hostages

History portrays everything as if it could not have come otherwise. History is on the side of what happened.

Slumbering in every human being lies an infinity of possibilities, which one must not arouse in vain. For it is terrible when the whole man resonates with echoes and echoes, none becoming a real voice.

Explain nothing. Put it there. Say it. Leave.

The paranoiac is the exact image of the ruler. The only difference is their position in the world. One might even think the paranoiac the more impressive of the two because he is sufficient unto himself and cannot be shaken by failure.

It doesn't matter how new an idea is: what matters is how new it becomes.