The real passion of the twentieth century is servitude
The real passion of the twentieth century is servitude.
The real passion of the twentieth century is servitude.
Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy.
To abandon oneself to principles is really to die – and to die for an impossible love which is the contrary of love.
Those who write clearly have readers, those who write obscurely have commentators.
There is the good and the bad, the great and the low, the just and the unjust. I swear to you that all that will never change.
There is the good and the bad, the great and the low, the just and the unjust. I swear to you that all that will never change.
As a remedy to life in society I would suggest the big city. Nowadays, it is the only desert within our means.
When you have really exhausted an experience you always reverence and love it.
At any street corner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face.
Alas, after a certain age every man is responsible for his face.