Evil is whatever distracts. - Franz Kafka

Eternal childhood. Life calls again. It is entirely conceivable that life’s splendour forever lies in wait about each one of us in all its fullness, but veiled from view, deep down, invisible, far off. It is there, though, not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If you summon it by the right word, by its right name, it will come. This is the essence of magic, which does not create but summons.

If a man has his eyes bound, you can encourage him as much as you like to stare through the bandage, but he'll never see anything.

Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.