Walter Schutjens

“A Klee painting named 'Angelus Novus' shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. This storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.”
― Walter Benjamin

“Dead men are heavier than broken hearts.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep

“Men will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest.”
― Denis Diderot

“Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.”
― Voltaire