In The End, Glorification Of Splendid Underdogs

The Man For Whom Time Stretches Out Painfully Is One Waiting In Vain, Disappointed At Not Finding Tomorrow Already Continuing Yesterday.

Auschwitz Begins Wherever Someone Looks At A Slaughterhouse And Thinks: They’re Only Animals.

They [the Critics] Deal With Schoenberg's Early Works And All Their Wealth By Classifying Them, With The Music-historical Cliché, As Late Romantic Post-wagnerian. One Might Just As Well Dispose Of Beethoven As A Late-classicist Post-haydnerian.

In Anglo-saxon Countries The Prostitutes Look As If They Purveyed, Along With Sin, The Attendant Pains Of Hell.

The Bourgeois ... Is Tolerant. His Love For People As They Are Stems From His Hatred Of What They Might Be.