When I don't make any progress, it is because I have bumped into the wall of language. Then I draw back with a bloody head. And would like to go on.
Many desire to kill me, and many wish to spend an hour chatting with me. The law protects me from the former.
The superman is a premature ideal, one that presupposes man.
Sentimental irony is a dog that bays at the moon while pissing on graves.
Artists have a right to be modest and a duty to be vain.
Technology is a servant who makes so much noise cleaning up in the next room that his master cannot make music.