What could I wish for the present but to take the greatest pleasure in being what I am?

Work to survive, survive by consuming, survive to consume; the hellish cycle is complete.

As poverty has been reduced in terms of mere survival, it has become more profound in terms of our way of life.

The eruption of lived pleasure is such that in losing myself I find myself; forgetting that I exist, I realize myself.

Hope is the leash of submission.

Daily life is governed by an economic system in which the production and consumption of insults tends to balance out.

People without imagination are beginning to tire of the importance attached to comfort, to culture, to leisure, to all that destroys imagination. This means that people are not really tired of comfort, culture and leisure, but of the use to which they are.