The fanatics for progress often have too little appreciation of the existing.

Reality changes; in order to represent it, modes of representation must change.

Recently my fingers have developed a prejudice against comparatives. They all follow this pattern: a squirrel is smaller than a tree; a bird is more musical than a tree. Each of us is the strongest one in his or her own skin. Characteristics should take off their hats to one another, instead of spitting in each other's faces.

In the dark times Will there also be singing? Yes, there will also be singing. About the dark times.

Whenever there are great virtues, it's a sure sign something's wrong.

The shrill voices of those who give orders Are full of fear like the squeakings of Piglets awaiting the butcher's knife, as their fat arses Sweat with anxiety in their office chairs.... Fear rules not only those who are ruled, but The rulers too.

There must always be some who are brighter and some who are stupider, the latter make up for it by being better workers.