Tact is the discrimination of differences. It consists in conscious deviations.
The specific is not exclusive: it lacks the aspiration to totality.
The joke of our time is the suicide of intention.
None of the abstract concepts comes closer to fulfilled utopia than that of eternal peace.
He who matures early lives in anticipation.
Both are torn halves of an integral freedom, to which however they do not add up.
Without admitting it they sense that their lives would be completely intolerable as soon as they no longer clung to satisfactions which are none at all.