We need writers who fear nothing. ("Our Goal")

We have long become overgrown with calluses; we no longer hear people being killed. ("X")

You're in bad shape. It looks like you're developing a soul.

Only the rational and useful is beautiful.

All truths are erroneous. This is the very essence of the dialectical process: today's truths become errors tomorrow; there is no final number. This truth (the only one) is for the strong alone. Weak-nerved minds insist on a finite universe, a last number; they need, in Nietzsche's words, "the crutches of certainty". The weak-nerved lack the strength to include themselves in the dialectic syllogism.

Love and hunger rule the world. Ergo, to rule the world, one must master love and hunger.

Is it not clear, however, that bliss and envy are the numerator and denominator of the fraction called happiness?