Taste Has No System And No Proofs.

Art Is The Most General Condition Of The Past In The Present. ... Perhaps No Work Of Art Is Art. It Can Only Become Art, When It Is Part Of The Past. In This Normative Sense, A 'contemporary' Work Of Art Would Be A Contradiction - Except So Far As We Can, In The Present, Assimilate The Present To The Past.

Existence Is No More Than The Precarious Attainment Of Relevance In An Intensely Mobile Flux Of Past, Present, And Future.

I Want To Save My Soul, That Timid Wind.

Writing Is A Mysterious Activity.

Though Collecting Quotations Could Be Considered As Merely An Ironic Mimetism