He who speaks of enemies , himself is the enemy.
What a miserable thing life is: you're in clover; only the clover isn't good enough.
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.
Art is not a mirror held up to reality but a hammer with which to shape it.
If you join the rat race — you're in the race of rats.
A man who strains himself on the stage is bound, if he is any good, to strain all the people sitting in the stalls.