There is no love that is not an echo.
Exuberant health is always, as such, sickness also.
In his state of complete powerlessness the individual perceives the time he has left to live as a brief reprieve.
The positive element of kitsch lies in the fact that it sets free for a moment the glimmering realization that you have wasted your life.
When all actions are mathematically calculated, they also take on a stupid quality.
The gods look in pleasure on penitent sinners.