My Only Two Weapons: Time And Silence.

…perhaps This Momentary Life Of Ours Is Only The Light That Divides Our Infinite Origin From Our Infinite End.

Sharp Nostalgia, Infinite And Terrible, For What I Already Possess.

Every Country Should Realize That Its Turn At World Domination, Domination Because Its Rights Coincided More Or Less With The Character Or Progress Of The Epoch, Must Terminate With The Change Brought About By This Progress.

The Background Reveals The True Being And State Of Being Of The Man Or Thing. If I Do Not Possess The Background, I Make The Man Transparent, The Thing Transparent.

Some Of My Affectionate Envious Friends Say, "you Write Too Much." Maybe, I Answer. But As Long As The Best Of Your Little Is Worse Than The Worst Of My Much, I Will Keep On Doing So.