There is a rollicking kindness that looks like malice.
On every parable you ride to every truth.
One does not hate so long as one continues to rate low, but only when one has come to rate equal or higher.
The real world is much smaller than the imaginary
Man wishes woman to be peaceable, but in fact she is essentially warlike, like the cat.
The State is the coldest of all cold monsters, and coldly it tells lies, and this lie drones on from its mouth: 'I, the State, am the people'.