Sometimes, when I see the libraries with their magnificent halls and all the works of Rousseau, Helvetius, and Voltaire that stand there, in magnificent bindings, I think to myself: of what use have they been? Has one of these works achieved its goal? Have they been able to slow the wheel that, plunging inexorably, speeds towards the abyss?
Heinrich von Kleist, German Poet (1777-1811)

(Source: whyexistence)

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