Progress, 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.

Contemporaries live from second hand to mouth.

The real truths are those that can be invented.

I am not for women but against men.

The agitator seizes the word. The artist is seized by it.

Life is an effort that deserves a better cause.

A writer is someone who can make a riddle out of an answer.