There Was A Time When

No Position Is So False As Having Understood And Still Remaining Alive.

He Who Has Never Envied The Vegetable Has Missed The Human Drama.

Our Place Is Somewhere Between Being And Nonbeing - Between Two Fictions.

Tolerance - The Function Of An Extinguished Ardor - Tolerance Cannot Seduce The Young.

The Curtain Of The Universe Is Moth-eaten, And Through Its Holes We See Nothing Now But Mask And Ghost.