Intelligence is a moral category.

Proletarian language is dictated by hunger. The poor chew words to fill their bellies.

People have so manipulated the concept of freedom that it finally boils down to the right of the stronger and richer to take from the weaker and poorer whatever they still have.

Death is imposed only on creatures, not their creations, and has therefore always appeared in art in a broken form: as allegory.

Very evil people cannot really be imagined dying.

In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than glorification of the splendid system that makes them so.

Love is the power to see similarity in the dissimilar.