Experience Has Taught Me That

The Nourishing Fruit Of The Historically Understood Contains Time As A Precious But Tasteless Seed.

To Be Happy Is To Be Able To Become Aware Of Oneself Without Fright.

Marx Says That Revolutions Are The Locomotives Of World History. But The Situation May Be Quite Different. Perhaps Revolutions Are Not The Train Ride, But The Human Race Grabbing For The Emergency Brake.

It Is The Task Of The Translator To Release In His Own Language That Pure Language That Is Under The Spell Of Another, To Liberate The Language Imprisoned In A Work In His Re-creation Of That Work.

I Would Like To Metamorphose Into A Mouse-mountain.