Pity, but never love bestows kind words upon the slave.

You even called me stupid in your verse, and I'm almost agreeing, for where stupidity is involved, you are quite an expert, friend.

Soon there will be nothing truly profound that is not achieved by everyone, and of the difficult things in this world only one will be left: simplicity.

No spoon has yet destroyed a mouth, but the knife of war cuts portions that are hard to swallow. Perhaps the big mouths of the privileged are able to cope with them, but they dull the teeth of the little people and ruin their stomachs.

Metaphysics must be based on what exists, for it has the task of explicating it.

To declaim freedom verses seems like a poem within a poem; freedom requires guns, it requires arms, but no feet.

Those who want to row on the ocean of human knowledge do not get far, and the storm drives those out of their course who set sail.