All the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.

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.

It is important to say all the great thoughts again, without knowing that they have already been said.

It is important what a man still plans at the end. It shows the measure of injustice in his death.

A head full of stars, just not in constellation yet.

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