He Who Is Still Laughing Is He

Firebugs Dragging Their Gasoline Bottles Are Approaching The Academy Of Arts, With A Grin. And So, Instead Of Embracing Them, Let Us Demand The Freedom Of The Elbow To Knock The Bottles Out Of Their Filthy Hands. Even The Most Blockheaded Bureaucrat, Provided He Loves Peace, Is A Greater Lover Of The Arts Than Any So-called Art-lover Who Loves The Arts Of War.

From The Cradle To The Coffin Underwear Comes First.

War Is Like Love, It Always Finds A Way.

In The Contradiction Lies The Hope.

To Live Means To Finesse The Processes To Which One Is Subjugated.