It will sometimes be necessary to use falsehood for the benefit of those who need such a mode of treatment.
We cannot accept the world as it is. Each day we should wake up foaming at the mouth because of the injustice of things.
My verses stand gawping a bit. I never get used to this. They've lived here long enough.
Go now, verses, on your light feet, you have not trodden hard on the old earth where the graves laugh when they see their guests, the one corpse stacked on top of the other. Go now and stagger to her whom I do not know.
Painters. . . are the most lively observers of what passes in the world about them, and the closest observers of what passes in their own minds.
Rightly it is said of utter, utter misery, that it 'cannot be remembered'; itself, being a rememberable thing, is swallowed up in its own chaos.
If the Book of the Law could be forgotten for so many years, who knows what was done to it during those years? Maybe it was lost later, too. And another one replaced it, and that one is no longer the original text. These are questions that perturb me much more than whether it's history or not history.
Don't think I'm not incoheret.