The Odyssey is the story of Americans up to the point where they are well-established, and even so it is detached from the historical side.
If time is money, it seems moral to save time, above all one’s own, and such parsimony is excused by consideration for others. One is straight-forward.
None of the abstract concepts comes closer to fulfilled utopia than that of eternal peace.
Estrangement shows itself precisely in the elimination of distance between people.
All societies are historical.
The task of art today is to bring chaos into order.
A pencil and rubber are of more use to thought than a battalion of assistants. To happiness the same applies as to truth: one does not have it, but is in it.
All confessions are Odysseys.
History does not merely touch on language, but takes place in it.
One can easily classify all works of fiction either as descendants of the Iliad or of the Odyssey.