Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence. Someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence, certainly never.
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Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence. Someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence, certainly never.
Start with what is right rather than what is acceptable.
When one has once accepted and absorbed Evil, it no longer demands to be believed.
Writers speak a stench.
Idleness is the beginning of all vice, the crown of all virtues.
It is only our conception of time that makes us call the Last Judgment by this name. It is, in fact, a kind of martial law.
Previously I did not understand why I got no answer to my question; today I do not understand how I could believe I was capable of asking. But I didn't really believe, I only asked.
Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate... but with his other hand he can note down what he sees among the ruins.
The history of mankind is the instant between two strides taken by a traveler.
The way is infinitely long, nothing of it can be subtracted, nothing can be added, and yet everyone applies his own childish yardstick to it. Certainly, this yard of the way you still have to go, too, and it will be accounted unto you.