In The Innermost Recesses Of Humanism, As

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

In The Innermost Recesses Of Humanism, As Its Very Soul, There Rages A Frantic Prisoner Who, As A Fascist, Turns The World Into A Prison.

The Empirical Usability Of The Sacred Ceremonial Words Makes Both The Speaker And Listener Believe In Their Corporeal Presence.

Art Is The Social Antithesis Of Society, Not Directly Deducible From It.

What The Philosophers Once Knew As Life Has Become The Sphere Of Private Existence And Now Of Mere Consumption, Dragged Along As An Appendage Of The Process Of Material Production, Without Autonomy Or Substance Of Its Own.