Erst kommt das Fressen, dann kommt die Moral.

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.

The war which is coming Is not the first one. There were Other wars before it. When the last one came to an end There were conquerors and conquered. Among the conquered the common people Starved. Among the conquerors The common people starved too.

For what's the use of talking with a man who has a disease and thinks about the stars?

You can't write poems about trees when the woods are full of policemen.

Do not fear death so much but rather the inadequate life.

He who is still laughing is he who hasn't heard the terrible news.