I feel the matter of my heart being transformed, metallized, in an optimism of steel.

We say that the world's magnificence has been enriched by a new beauty: the beauty of speed. Time and Space died yesterday. We already live in the absolute, because we have created eternal, omnipresent speed.

Spaghetti is no food for fighters.

Destroy the Museums. Crack syntax. Sabotage the adjective. Leave nothing but the verb.

A Race car is more beautiful than the Victory of Samotracia

The past is necessarily inferior to the future. That is how we wish it to be. How could we acknowledge any merit in our most dangerous enemy: the past, gloomy prevaricator, execrable tutor?

War, the World's Only Hygiene