If children had been told that they could not blow their noses, this alone would make adults blush.
Karl KrausProgress, under whose feet the grass mourns and the forest turns into paper from which newspaper plants grow, has subordinated the purpose of life to the means of subsistence and turned us into the nuts and bolts for our tools.
Karl KrausWho is going to cast out an error to which he has given birth and replace it with an adopted truth?
Karl KrausHow powerful social mores are! Only a spider's web lies across the volcano, yet it refrains from erupting.
Karl Kraus