Art Must Not Serve Might.

It's Not Possible To Search For God Using The Methods Of A Detective... There Is No Way. You Can Only Wait Till God's Axe Severs Your Roots: Then You Will Understand That You Are Here Only Through A Miracle, And You Will Remain Fixed Forever In Wonderment And Equilibrium.

You Ought To Know That October Is The First Spring Month.

The Sole Perfection Which Modern Civilization Attains Is A Mechanical One; Machines Are Splendid And Flawless, But The Life Which Serves Them Or Is Served By Them, Is Neither Superb Nor Brilliant, Nor More Perfect Nor More Graceful; Nor Is The Work Of The Machines Perfect; Only They, The Machines, Are Like Gods.

Much Melancholy Has Devolved Upon Mankind, And It Is Detestable To Me That Might Will Triumph In The End...

It Suddenly Occurred To Me That Every Move On The Chessboard Is Old And Has Been Played By Somebody At Some Time. Maybe Our Own History Has Been Played Out By Somebody At Some Time, And We Just Move Our Pieces About In The Same Moves To Strike In The Same Way As People Have Always Done.