Stupefaction, When It Persists, Becomes Stupidity.

We Live At A Time When Man Believes Himself Fabulously Capable Of Creation, But He Does Not Know What To Create.

The Trend Towards Pure Art Betrays Not Arrogance, As Is Often Thought, But Modesty. Art That Has Rid Itself Of Human Pathos Is A Thing Without Consequence.

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."

That Marxism Should Triumph In Russia, Where There Is No Industry, Would Be The Greatest Contradiction That Marxism Could Undergo. But There Is No Such Contradiction, For There Is No Such Triumph. Russia Is Marxist More Or Less As The Germans Of The Holy Roman Empire Were Romans.

The Librarian's Mission Should Be, Not Like Up To Now, A Mere Handling Of The Book As An Object, But Rather A Know How (mise Au Point) Of The Book As A Vital Function.