Every Act Of Rebellion Expresses A Nostalgia

There Is A Life And There Is A Death, And There Are Beauty And Melancholy Between.

The Real 19th Century Prophet Was Dostoevsky, Not Karl Marx.

No Longer Were There Individual Destinies; Only A Collective Destiny, Made Of Plague And Emotions Shared By All.

It Should Be Pointed Out For Our Own Guidance In The West That The Continual Signing Of Manifestoes And Protests Is One Of The Surest Ways Of Undermining The Efficacy And Dignity Of The Intellectual. There Exists A Permanent Blackmail That We All Know And That We Must Have The Often Solitary Courage To Resist.

I Feel More Fellowship With The Defeated Than With Saints.