If the nineteenth century was the age of the editorial chair, ours is >>
Darkness is to space what silence is to sound, i.e., the interval. >>
It is the weak and confused who worship the pseudosimplicities of brut >>
He who every morning plans the transaction of the day and follows out >>
In truth, people can generally make time for what they choose to do; i >>
It is later than you think. >>
For tribal man space was the uncontrollable mystery. For technological man it is time that occupies the same role.