Words—all written words—are mere detritus.
Amanda Willcoxen, ed., The Philosophical and Literary Fragments of Gregory James Sallust.
The idea of enlightenment—the notion that one is enlightened—is intoxicating. There is no known remedy.
Rollin Mungo, Selected Rants of Mr. Barraclough.
Just look at us. Do people this frivolous deserve their own nation?
Oswald Delling, Where Are the Vikings?
There were loud snaps and cracks emanating from the big oak table. And in the evening, furniture would move of its own accord.
Teresa Ravens, The Lives of Helena Blavatsky.
Hedonism leads to boredom, and that sort of boredom leads to monstrosity.
Hecuba Gathers, A Purely Physical World.
Is it the case that any definition will necessarily lead to an “infinite” regress?
Tanner Faust, A Scrapbook of Impertinent Interrogatives.
Acting: when actors pretend that they are not actors.
Callista Ralph, Alphabet Soup.
Consider abstractionist painting (e.g., Rothko, Kandinsky, Mondrian). Never before had the decorative assumed such a heightened sense of importance.
Connor Eastwicke, Fear of the Orthogonal.
We are the parody of a civilization in decline.
Rollo Marquardt, Living in the Cupcake World.
False vitality, false emotion, false sympathy, false commitment, false logic, false interest. Let it be known that we dwell in the Age of Falsehood.
Chalmers van Nest, The Trivial Quadrivium.
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