On reaching a certain degree of pain we lose the world.
Everything beautiful has a mark of eternity.
Art has no immediate future, because all art is collective and there is no more collective life.
We cannot take a step toward the heavens. God crosses the universe and comes to us.
Nothing can have as its destination anything other than its origin. The contrary idea, the idea of progress, is poison.
Official history is believing the murderers at their word.