What Are You Waiting For In Order

It Is Enough For Me To Hear Someone Talk Sincerely About Ideals, About The Future, About Philosophy, To Hear Him Say “we" With A Certain Inflection Of Assurance, To Hear Him Invoke "others" And Regard Himself As Their Interpreter - For Me To Consider Him My Enemy.

Tyrants Are Always Assassinated Too Late. That Is Their Great Excuse.

Were We To Undertake An Exhaustive Self-scrutiny, Disgust Would Paralyze Us, We Would Be Doomed To A Thankless Existence.

Our Place Is Somewhere Between Being And Nonbeing - Between Two Fictions.

An Aphorism? Fire Without Flames. Understandable That No One Tries To Warm Himself At It.