[...] A Number Of Flawed

We Sometimes Have A Flash Of Understanding That Amounts To The Insight Of Genius, And Yet It Slowly Withers, Even In Our Hands - Like A Flower. The Form Remains, But The Colours And The Fragrance Are Gone.

The Thoughts Of My Emotionally So Disturbed Days Must Be Found Again, Shifted And Developed Further. Here And There Something Of The Loose Remarks I Make Must Be Used, But Only When It Finds My Attention Again.

He Who Is Allowed To Do As He Likes Will Soon Run His Head Into A Brick Wall Out Of Sheer Frustration.

That The Will Of The People Can Be Established By Voting For Democrats Is, Of Course, A Delusion. Yet When Considering A Non-threatening System For Deciding Between Diverse Interests, Then Voting, Of Course, Can Be Regarded As A Humane And Civilized Process.

Every Word Wants To Be Taken Literally, Else It Decays Into A Lie. But One Mustn't Take Any Word Literally, Else The World Becomes A Madhouse.