People are bewitched into believing that time slips away, and this belief is the basis of time actually slipping away.

The eruption of lived pleasure is such that in losing myself I find myself; forgetting that I exist, I realize myself.

What could I wish for the present but to take the greatest pleasure in being what I am?

People are bewitched into believing that time slips away, and this belief is the basis of time actually slipping away.

In an industrial society which confuses work and productivity, the necessity of producing has always been an enemy of the desire to create.

To work for delight and authentic festivity is barely distinguishable from preparing for a general insurrection

We can escape the commonplace only by manipulating it, controlling it, thrusting it into our dreams or surrendering it to the free play of our subjectivity.