In the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man's body.

Ah, ladies and gentlemen, a man lives a sad life when he cannot take anything or anyone seriously.

People are always shouting they want to create a better future. It's not true. The future is an apathetic void of no interest to anyone.

Ambition is a poor excuse for not having sense enough to be lazy.

In the realm of totalitarian kitsch, all answers are given in advance and preclude any questions.

The day after his father left, Franz and his mother went into town together, and as they left home Franz noticed that her shoes did not match. He was in a quandary: he wanted to point out the mistake, but was afraid he would hurt her. So, during the two hours they spent walking through the city together he kept his eyes focused on her feet. It was then he had his first inkling of what it means to suffer.

Optimism is the opium of the people.