Aphorisms by Dimiter Anguelov
Photo: Dimíter Ánguelov
* This is how an aphorism is made: catch the right spots of the narrative thread, tie them tight into a knot and cut off the rest.
* Freedom, dear birdie, is not to get out of the cage, but to be able to fly with it.
* There are so little truths that to see them they must be augmented with very big lies.
* We increased the radius of a truth four times, then we multiplied it by 2π and we got the perimeter of a big lie.
* We examined nothingness closely from a different angle: nothingness looked the same; we did not.
* I stood up against everyone. They began to hate me. I held together with everyone. They condemned me.
* The nightingales sang badly, so badly that they did not even deserve their name. But it is often that way with poetry.
* And I prayed to God, and I scratched myself all over with my nails, and I was ready to begin to tear my hair, when I heard some inside voice: “Oh, wretched fellow, don’t bother Him, because the Lord God is not given the power of words.”
* On the top of happiness there is never room for two.
* We tied the two ends of Ariadne’s thread and we got a perfect labyrinth.
* Common sense is like a ball: no matter how much we deflect it, it never travels too far from its center.
* Watch the Great Bear carefully and you will discover that forms are only an apparition of numbers.
* The greatest difficulty begins when our greatest dream becomes the only opportunity.
* Evolution is a huge chain, which splits into two, four and so on, and the number of the chains grows increasingly. Until all disappear with the splitting of the last link.
* The ideal axis is a wheel that is deprived of everything except motion.
* The true philosopher has one single task: to prove that in philosophy no one is absolutely right, including him, who claims to be so.
Translated from Bulgarian by Valentin Krustev and Donna Martell
