Erst kommt das Fressen, dann kommt die Moral.

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 human race tends to remember the abuses to which it has been subjected rather than the endearments. What's left of kisses? Wounds, however, leave scars.

I don't trust him. We're friends.

Alas,we who wanted kindness, could not be kind ourselves.

What a miserable thing life is: you're in clover; only the clover isn't good enough.