Genuine Polemics Approach A Book

Each Morning The Day Lies Like A Fresh Shirt On Our Bed; This Incomparably Fine, Incomparably Tightly Woven Tissue Of Pure Prediction Fits Us Perfectly. The Happiness Of The Next Twenty-four Hours Depends On Our Ability, On Waking, To Pick It Up.

Counsel Woven Into The Fabric Of Real Life Is Wisdom.

Rather Than Ask, What Is The Attitude Of A Work To The Relations Of Production Of Its Time? I Should Like To Ask, What Is Its Position In Them.

Mechanical Reproduction Emancipates The Work Of Art From Its Parasitical Dependence On Ritual.

Allegories Are, In The Realm Of Thought, What Ruins Are In The Realm Of Things.