The Gods Look In Pleasure On Penitent

Technology Is Making Gestures Precise And Brutal, And With Them Men.

He Who Has Laughter On His Side Has No Need Of Proof.

Proletarian Language Is Dictated By Hunger. The Poor Chew Words To Fill Their Bellies.

To Hate Destructiveness, One Must Hate Life As Well: Only Death Is An Image Of Undistorted Life ... Organic Life Is An Illness Peculiar To Our Unlovely Planet.

Freedom Would Be Not To Choose Between Black And White But To Abjure Such Prescribed Choices.