You don't even live once.

The 'dead letter of the law'? Life itself has frozen into a letter. What difference does the rigor mortis of legality make?

You have not yet found the right kind of solitude if you remain preoccupied with yourself.

A newspaper is canned time.

There are shallow and deep airheads.

Where do I find the time to not read so much?

He is a master of his native language – this is a military man. The artist is a servant to the word.

Views reproduce by division, thoughts by budding.

aphorisms from Karl Kraus, Dicta and Contradicta