A civil servant doesn't make jokes |
A civil servant doesn't make jokes |
A civil servant doesn't make jokes |
A man with a soul is not like every other man. |
A nose that can see is worth two that sniff. |
A work of art is above all an adventure of the mind |
A work of art is above all an adventure of the mind |
Banality is a symptom of non-communication. Men hide behind their cliches. |
Beauty is a precious trace that eternity causes to appear to us and that it takes away from us. A manifestation of eternity, and a sign of death as well. |
Childhood is the world of miracle and wonder; as if creation rose, bathed in the light, out of the darkness, utterly new and fresh and astonishing. The end of childhood is when things cease to astonish us. |
Describe a circle, stroke its back and it turns vicious. |
Everything that has been will be, everything that will be is, everything that will be has been. |
Everything that has been will be, everything that will be is, eveything that will be has been. |
Explanation separates us from astonishment, which is the only gateway to the incomprehensible. |
For me, it is as though at every moment the actual world had completely lost its actuality. As though there was nothing there; as though there were no foundations for anything or as though it escaped us. Only one thing, however, is vividly present: the constant tearing of the veil of appearances; the constant destruction of everything in construction. Nothing holds together, everything falls apart. |