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The only history is a mere question of one’s struggle inside oneself. But that is the joy of it. One need neither discover Americas nor conquer nations, and yet one has as great a work as Columbus or Alexander, to do.
Men and women should stay apart, till their hearts grow gentle towards one another again.
Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.
Loud peace propaganda makes war seem imminent.
The war is dreadful. It is the business of the artist to follow it home to the heart of the individual fighters – not to talk in armies and nations and numbers – but to track it home.
People always make war when they say they love peace.
Since obscenity is the truth of our passion today, it is the only stuff of art – or almost the only stuff.
All vital truth contains the memory of all that for which it is not true.
Tragedy is like strong acid – it dissolves away all but the very gold of truth.
Reason is a supple nymph, and slippery as a fish by nature. She had as leave give her kiss to an absurdity any day, as to syllogistic truth. The absurdity may turn out truer.