The Things That Have Come Into Being Change Continually. The Man With A Good Memory Remembers Nothing Because He Forgets Nothing.
Facts Can't Be Recounted; Much Less Twice Over, And Far Less Still By Different Persons. I've Already Drummed That Thoroughly Into Your Head.
Anyone Who Attempts To Relate His Life Loses Himself In The Immediate. One Can Only Speak Of Another.
What Happens Is That Your Wretched Memory Remembers The Words And Forgets What's Behind Them
The Great Principle Of Justice: Prevent Crime Rather Than Punish It. All That Is Needed To Execute A Guilty Man Is A Firing Squad Or A Hangman. To Prevent There Being Guilty Men Requires Great Astuteness.
There Were Epochs In The History Of Humanity In Which The Writer Was A Sacred Person. He Wrote The Sacred Books, Universal Books, The Codes, The Epic, The Oracles. Sentences Inscribed On The Walls Of The Crypts; Examples In The Portals Of The Temples. But In Those Times The Writer Was Not An Individual Alone; He Was The People.
Letters Couldn't Care Less Whether What Is Written With Them Is True Or False.
In All Nations An Exceptional Man Exists That Compensates The Deficiencies Of The Remainder. In Those Moments, When Humanity Is Found Collectively In A State Of Decadence, There Always Remain Those Exceptional Beings As Point Of Reference.
It Is Not By Believing But By Doubting That One Can Attain To The Truth, Which Is Ever Changing Form And Condition.
Man Is An Idiot. He Doesn't Know How To Do Anything Without Copying, Without Imitating, Without Plagiarizing, Without Aping. It Might Even Have Been That Man Invented Generation By Coitus After Seeing The Grasshopper Copulate.
