Counsel Woven Into The Fabric Of Real

The Experience Of Our Generation: That Capitalism Will Not Die A Natural Death.

For Every Second Of Time Was The Strait Gate Through Which The Messiah Might Enter.

Books, Too, Begin Like The Week – With A Day Of Rest In Memory Of Their Creation. The Preface Is Their Sunday.

Not To Find One's Way In A City May Well Be Uninteresting And Banal. It Requires Ignorance - Nothing More. But To Lose Oneself In A City - As One Loses Oneself In A Forest - That Calls For A Quite Different Schooling. Then, Signboard And Street Names, Passers-by, Roofs, Kiosks, Or Bars Must Speak To The Wanderer Like A Cracking Twig Under His Feet In The Forest.

Ideas Are To Objects As Constellations Are To Stars [translated From Trauerspiel, 1928].