Logic Is A Very Beautiful

Explanation Separates Us From Astonishment, Which Is The Only Gateway To The Incomprehensible.

Shakespeare Was The Great One Before Us. His Place Was Between God And Despair.

It Isn't What People Think That Is Important, But The Reason They Think What They Think.

Every Work Of Art (unless It Is A Psuedo-intellectualist Work, A Work Already Comprised In Some Ideology That It Merely Illustrates, As With Brecht) Is Outside Ideology, Is Not Reducible To Ideology. Ideology Circumscribes Without Penetrating It. The Absence Of Ideology In A Work Does Not Mean An Absence Of Ideas; On The Contrary It Fertilizes Them.

The End Of Childhood Is When Things Cease To Astonish Us. When The World Seems Familiar, When One Has Got Used To Existence, One Has Become An Adult.