When inward life dries up, when feeling decreases and apathy increases, when one cannot affect or even genuinely touch another person, violence flares up as a daimonic necessity for contact, a mad drive forcing touch in the most direct way possible.

Hate is not the opposite of love; apathy is.

In a world where numbers inexorably take over as our means of identification, like flowing lava threatening to suffocate and fosilize all breathing life in its…

Both artists and neurotics speak and live from the subconscious and unconscious depths of their society. The artist does this positively, communicating what he…

For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart, And makes his pulses fly, To catch the thrill of a happy voice And the light of a pleasant eye.

'And how are you?', said Winnie-the-Pooh. (...) 'Not very how', he said. 'I don't seem to have felt at all how for a long time.'

Oh, call it by some better name, For friendship sounds too cold.