He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.

In argument similes are like songs in love; they describe much, but prove nothing.

The truth is always an abyss.

Writer speaks a stench.

This inescapable duty to observe oneself: if someone else is observing me, naturally I have to observe myself too; if none observe me, I have to observe myself all the closer.

I am in chains. Don't touch my chains.

Kill me, or you are a murderer.