Happiness Is Obsolete: Uneconomic.

In Myths The Warrant Of Grace Was The Acceptance Of Sacrifice; It Is This Acceptance That Love, The Re-enactment Of Sacrifice, Beseeches If It Is Not To Feel Under A Curse.

It Is Proust's Courtesy To Spare The Reader The Embarrassment Of Believing Himself Cleverer Than The Author.

Everybody Must Have Projects All The Time. The Maximum Must Be Extracted From Leisure ... The Whole Of Life Must Look Like A Job, And By This Resemblance Conceal What Is Not Yet Directly Devoted To Pecuniary Gain.

Not Only Is The Self Entwined In Society; It Owes Society Its Existence In The Most Literal Sense.

There Is Something Embarrassing In... The Way In Which, ... Turning Suffering Into Images, Harsh And Uncompromising Though They Are, ... Wounds The Shame We Feel In The Presence Of The Victims. For These Victims Are Used To Create Something, Works Of Art, That Are Thrown To The Consumption Of A World Which Destroyed Them.