In The Convulsions Of The Commodity Economy,

Marx Says That Revolutions Are The Locomotives Of World History. But The Situation May Be Quite Different. Perhaps Revolutions Are Not The Train Ride, But The Human Race Grabbing For The Emergency Brake.

Quotations In My Work Are Like Wayside Robbers Who Leap Out Armed And Relieve The Stroller Of His Conviction.

Boredom Is The Dream Bird That Hatches The Egg Of Experience. A Rustling In The Leaves Drives Him Away.

There Is No Muse Of Philosophy, Nor Is There One Of Translation.

The Good Tidings Which The Historian Of The Past Brings With Throbbing Heart May Be Lost In A Void The Very Moment He Opens His Mouth.