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Aphorisms are aphrodisiacs for the mind and the spirit. Some of the aphorisms collected here over many years are uplifting, some are enlightening, some are as paradoxical as our everyday life. All of them are based on our own experiences, many of them refer to recent events, so they are quite suitable for the daily exchange with reason and unreason.
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Chapter A
Chapter B
Chapter C
Chapter D
Chapter E
Chapter F
Chapter G
Chapter H
Chapter I
Chapter J
Chapter K
Chapter L
Chapter M
Chapter N
Chapter O
Chapter P
Chapter Q
Chapter R
Chapter S
Chapter T
Chapter U
Chapter V
Chapter W
Time is the abstraction of life
Every abstraction is also a reduction
Human action is largely reactionary
It is not reason but rather prejudice that determines action in a crisis
Administration is always hobbling at least a half-century behind the times
The inflation of the administrative apparatus by means of computer technology renders it immobile
Aesthetics is no devotee of theory
Aesthetics can sometimes be sacrificed in service of pedagogy
When it comes to affection, men are like black holes— they suck it all up and offer none in return
Why be afraid of black holes? They might be the most amazing thing you can experience
In adolescence, it is what we want to be that counts; in old age, what we haven’t been
With age, modesty becomes pointless, if not life-threatening
With age, hope is replaced by oblivion
Old age: your memory goes while your belly grows
From a certain age, you get a bulk discount on letters of condolence
The aged babble like infants, and the young don’t have much to say either
If you are able to see illness as a form of entertainment, ageing can be amusing
Ageing is when everything that previously only caused discomfort becomes life-threatening
Aggressors like to disguise themselves as the besieged
Alcohol consumption is a gauge of your mental state
The alcoholic drinks his loved ones to death
Alcohol is a jealous lover that permits no other relationships
Nothing makes you feel more alive than being sick
Ambition and hysteria march in lockstep
Angst about ageing is best left to the young
The flaneur is like an ant without an anthill The tourist is like an ant walking around with its entire colony
Anthropocentrists think of nature as a kind of happy, uneducated idiot, because they are incapable of perceiving let alone recognizing any other structure than their own
Remember that wonderful time before the invention of probability theory—when anything was possible?
Not all aphorisms lend themselves to the cultural coddling that is wellness
Archives are where knowledge goes to die
A healthy amount of ignorance won’t protect you from arrogance
ART:
The architect protects us from the world; the artist creates art in order to understand it; the writer interprets it; the dancer prances upon it; the musician reconciles us with it in waves of sound. None of these can succeed without the other, and we cannot survive without all of them.
The sensory organs assemble the ingredients and somewhere there is a kind of chef who mixes everything together. This is then served in the stock pot that is the artwork; anyone can eat it, but the soup is not to everyone’s taste.
The mind is slower than the eye. We design in order to comprehend. It takes much longer to comprehend something than it does to design it.
Why this frantic, incessant drive to combine the old with the new? The old is old and the new is new. They both amount to the same thing. Mixing the two, however, is often a sign of bad taste.
The eye has no need for words
Futurism: The analysis and academicization of art go hand in hand with its infantilization.
Gallerists are people who go around offering (financial) value judgements of art without being asked
History paintings are unbearable en masse but preferred by the public
Iconography is like a dress: it more or less (as the case may be) intentionally obscures intentions.
When it comes to creativity, it is only freedom and not deadlines that will inspire great work
Art has always failed to live up to its ideals: striving too hard for material refinement has resulted in material collapse. Ideals that have strayed too far from their realizability have found their limits in mathematical symbols (Malevich’s dots and quadrants etc.) and speculations. Overly ambitious aspirations for social reform have ended in revolution and/or banality.
Art makes you alone without making you lonely