History Portrays Everything As If

Everything One Records Contains A Grain Of Hope, No Matter How Deeply It May Come From Despair.

...how Could I, Fool That I Am, Go On Sitting In My Office, Or Here At Home, Instead Of Leaping Onto A Train With My Eyes Shut And Opening Them Only When I Am With You?

Death Is A Scandal. The Machine Is Functioning, We Are All Hostages

Words Are Not Too Old, Only People Are Too Old If They Use The Same Words Too Frequently.

A 'modern' Man Has Nothing To Add To Modernism, If Only Because He Has Nothing To Oppose It With. The Well-adapted Drop Off The Dead Limb Of Time Like Lice.