Every death even the cruelest death drowns in the total indifference of Nature Nature herself would watch unmoved if we destroyed the entire human race I hate Nature this passionless spectator this unbreakable iceberg-face that can bear everything this goads us to greater and greater acts

Long ago I left heroics to the heroes

However hard we try to bring in the new; it comes into being only in the midst of clumsy deals.

Every death even the cruelest death drowns in the total indifference of Nature Nature herself would watch unmoved if we destroyed the entire human race I hate Nature this passionless spectator this unbreakable iceberg-face that can bear everything this goads us to greater and greater acts

With the plundered people transferring their energies into relaxed and receptive thoughts, degradation and lust for power produced art.

Once and for all the idea of glorious victories won by the glorious army must be wiped out. Niether side is glorious. On either side they're just frightened men messing their pants and they all want the same thing - not to lie under theearth, but to walk upon it - without crutches.

We're all so clogged with dead ideas passed from generation to generation that even the best of us don't know the way out.