By All Evidence We Are In The

It Is Enough For Me To Hear Someone Talk Sincerely About Ideals, About The Future, About Philosophy, To Hear Him Say “we" With A Certain Inflection Of Assurance, To Hear Him Invoke "others" And Regard Himself As Their Interpreter - For Me To Consider Him My Enemy.

Anyone Who Speaks In The Name Of Others Is Always An Impostor.

Music Is The Refuge Of Souls Ulcerated By Happiness.

Fear Can Supplant Our Real Problems Only To The Extent -unwilling Either To Assimilate Or To Exhaust It -we Perpetuate It Within Ourselves Like A Temptation And Enthrone It At The Very Heart Of Our Solitude.

Is It Possible That Existence Is Our Exile And Nothingness Our Home?