He Who Matures Early Lives In Anticipation.

Happiness Is Obsolete: Uneconomic.

In Many People It Is Already An Impertinence To Say 'i'.

In The Nineteenth Century The Germans Painted Their Dream And The Outcome Was Invariably Vegetable. The French Needed Only To Paint A Vegetable And It Was Already A Dream.

Only A Humanity To Whom Death Has Become As Indifferent As Its Members, That Has Itself Died, Can Inflict It Administratively On Innumerable People.

Writing Poetry After Auschwitz Is Barbaric.