And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.

My name is only an anagram of toilets.

History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors and issues.

All time is eternal, moving inexorably toward an end which we believe is a result of our actions, but over which our control is mere illusion.

So far as we are human, what we do must be either evil or good: so far as we do evil or good, we are human: and it is better, in a paradoxical way, to do evil than to do nothing: at least we exist.

Our emotions Are only “incidents” In the effort to keep day and night together.

Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.