What Can You Do By Killing? Nothing.

The Intelligentsia ...was Kept Busy Embroidering White Stitches On The Philosophical And Ecclesiastical Vestments Of The Bourgeoisie - That Old And Filthy Fabric Besmeared With The Blood Of Toiling Masses.

Even A Bad Man Is Better Than A Good Book.

There's A Little Book I'm Thinking Of Writing - "swan Song" Is What I Shall Call It. The Song Of The Dying. And My Book Will Be Incense Burnt At The Deathbed Of This Society, Damned With The Damnation Of Its Own Impotence.

There Is No One On Earth More Disgusting And Repulsive Than He Who Gives Alms. Even As There Is No One So Miserable As He Who Accepts Them.

Happiness Always Looks Small While You Hold It In Your Hands, But Let It Go, And You Learn At Once How Big And Precious It Is.