Art is not a mirror held up to reality but a hammer with which to shape it.
In the contradiction lies the hope.
What's a joy to the one is a nightmare to the other.
He who is still laughing is he who hasn't heard the terrible news.
For the villainy of the world is great, and a man has to run his legs off to keep them from being stolen out fom underneath him.
No one can be good for long if goodness is not in demand.