Man's Being Is Made Of Such Strange

For The Person For Whom Small Things Do Not Exist, The Great Is Not Great.

Better Beware Of Notions Like Genius And Inspiration; They Are A Sort Of Magic Wand And Should Be Used Sparingly By Anybody Who Wants To See Things Clearly.

When You Are Fed Up With The Troublesome Present, You Take Your Gun, Whistle For Your Dog, Go Out To The Mountain, And, Without Further Ado, Give Yourself The Pleasure During A Few Hours Or A Few Days Of Being "paleolithic."

Life, Individual Or Collective, Personal Or Historic, Is The One Entity In The Universe Whose Substance Is Compact Of Danger, Of Adventure. It Is, In The Strict Sense Of The Word, Drama. The Primary, Radical Meaning Of Life Appears When It Is Employed In The Sense Not Of Biology, But Of Biography. For The Very Strong Reason That The Whole Of Biology Is Quite Definitely Only A Chapter In Certain Biographies, It Is What Biologists Do In The Portion Of Their Lives Open To Biography.

Why Write If This Too Easy Activity Of Pushing A Pen Across Paper Is Not Given A Certain Bullfighting Risk And We Do Not Approach Dangerous, Agile And Two-horned Topics?