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.

What is the robbing of a bank compared to the founding of a bank?

What kind of times are they, when A talk about trees is almost a crime Because it implies silence about so many horrors?

To those who does not know the world is on fire, I have nothing to say.

He who fights, can lose. He who doesn't fight, has already lost.

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.

A person is really dead only when nobody thinks of him anymore.