An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and you in my bed, sweet present of the present, cool of night, warmth of my life.
He who fears is literally delivered to destruction.
In fact history does not belong to us; but we belong to it.
Long before we understand ourselves through the process of self-examination, we understand ourselves in a self-evident way in the family, society and state in which we live.
For poetry there exists neither large countries nor small. Its domain is in the heart of all men.
Nobody would have me in their laboratory for five minutes. I couldn’t cut up a frog, and I certainly couldn’t perform surgery. I’m better at making it possible for other people.
Don’t ask who’s influenced me. A lion is made up of the lambs he’s digested, and I’ve been reading all my life.
The real being of language is that into which we are taken up when we hear it – what is said.
The more language is a living operation, the less we are aware of it. Thus it follows from the self-forgetfulness of language that its real being consists in what is said in it.
To appreciate present conditions, collate them with those of antiquity.