Memory is a strange thing, it doesn't work like I thought it did. Memory is not a simple thing at all.
The essence of modernity is psychologism, the experiencing and interpretation of the world in terms of the reactions of our inner life and indeed as an inner world, the dissolution of fixed contents in the fluid element of the soul, from which all that is substantive is filtered and whose forms are merely forms of motion.
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and the other begins?
La puissance ne consiste pas à frapper fort ou souvent, mais à frapper juste.