I do not care for anything. I do not care to ride, for the exercise is too violent. I do not care to walk, walking is too strenuous. I do not care to lie down, for I should either have to remain lying, and I do not care to do that, or I should have to get up again, and I do not care to do that either. Summa summarum: I do not care at all.

Humor (is) intrinsitc to Christianity.

Wherever there is a crowd there is untruth.

Intelligence has got the upper hand to such an extent that it transforms the real task into an unreal trick and reality into a play.

Once you label me you negate me.

One could construe the life of man as a great discourse in which the various people represent different parts of speech (the same might apply to states).

It occurs to me that artists go forward by going backward, something which I have nothing against intrinsically when it is a reproduced retreat - as is the case with the better artists.