Under the spreading chestnut tree I sold you and you sold me: There lie they, and here lie we Under the spreading chestnut tree.

The aim of a joke is not to degrade the human being, but to remind him that he is already degraded.

Clover was a stout motherly mare approaching middle life, who had never quite got her figure back after her fourth foal.

Man is the only real enemy we have. Remove Man from the scene, and the root cause of hunger and overwork is abolished forever.

The past was erased, the erasure was forgotten, the lie became the truth.

Orthodoxy means not thinking--not needing to think. Orthodoxy is unconsciousness.

It had never occurred to him that the body of a woman of fifty, blown up to monstrous dimensions by childbearing, then hardened, roughened by work til it was coarse in the grain like an overripe turnip, could be beautiful. But is was so, and after all, he thought, why not?