As If One Could Do What One

Error Is Certainty's Constant Companion. Error Is The Corollary Of Evidence. And Anything Said About Truth May Equally Well Be Said About Error: The Delusion Will Be No Greater.

I Have No Friends, There Are Only People I Love.

The Carnal Contact Side By Side, From Heel To Armpit, Brings Shudders That Shake Up Nature Like The Flights Of Nocturnal Birds.

In Our Day There Are No Longer Any Ideas, Or They Are Scarcer Than Hens' Teeth.

As [john Heartfield] Was Playing With The Fire Of Appearance, Reality Took Fire Around Him... The Scraps Of Photographs That He Formerly Manoeuvred For The Pleasure Of Stupification, Under His Fingers Began To Signify.