The Good Man Is He Who Rules

The Man For Whom Time Stretches Out Painfully Is One Waiting In Vain, Disappointed At Not Finding Tomorrow Already Continuing Yesterday.

As A Constellation, Theoretical Thought Circles The Concept It Would Like To Unseal, Hoping That It May Fly Open Like The Lock Of A Well-guarded Safe-deposit Box: In Response, Not To A Single Key Or A Single Number, But To A Combination Of Numbers

In The Nineteenth Century The Germans Painted Their Dream And The Outcome Was Invariably Vegetable. The French Needed Only To Paint A Vegetable And It Was Already A Dream.

Vague Expression Permits The Hearer To Imagine Whatever Suits Him And What He Already Thinks In Any Case.

Happiness Is Obsolete: Uneconomic.