A Man Can't Be Angry At His

An Impractical Man--which He Not Only Seems To Be, But Really Is--will Always Be Unreliable And Unpredictable In His Dealings With Others. He Will Engage In Actions That Mean Something Else To Him Than To Others, But He Is At Peace With Himself About Everything As Long As He Can Make It All Come Together In A Fine Idea.

Clothes, When Abstracted From The Flow Of Present Time And Their Transmogrifying Function On The Human Body, And Seen As Forms In Themselves, Are Strange Tubes And Excrescences Worthy Of Being Classed With Such Facial Decorations As The Ring Through The Nose Or The Lip-stretching Disk. But How Enchanting They Become When Seen Togetherwith The Qualities They Bestow On Their Wearer! What Happens Then Is No Less Than The Infusion, Into Some Tangled Lines On A Piece Of Paper, Of The Meaning Of A Great Word.

True' And 'false' Are The Evasions Of People Who Never Want To Arrive At A Decision. Truth Is Something Without End.

I Am Not Only Convinced That What I Say Is False, But Also That What One Might Say Against It Is False. Despite This, One Must Begin To Talk About It. In Such A Case The Truth Lies Not In The Middle, But Rather All Around, Like A Sack, Which, With Each New Opinion One Stuffs Into It, Changes Its Form, And Becomes More And More Firm.

And Since The Possession Of Qualities Presupposes That One Takes A Certain Pleasure In Their Reality, All This Gives Us A Glimpse Of How It May All Of A Sudden Happen To Someone Who Cannot Summon Up Any Sense Of Reality — Even In Relation To Himself — That One Day He Appears To Himself As A Man Without Qualities.