There Is No True Life Within A

Jazz Is The False Liquidation Of Art - Instead Of Utopia Becoming Reality It Disappears From The Picture.

But He Who Dies In Despair Has Lived His Whole Life In Vain.

Everything That Has Ever Been Called Folk Art Has Always Reflected Domination.

The Splinter In Your Eye Is The Best Magnifying-glass Available.

Once The Last Trace Of Emotion Has Been Eradicated, Nothing Remains Of Thought But Absolute Tautology.