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The Whole Dream Of Democracy Is To Raise The Proletarian To The Level Of Stupidity Attained By The Bourgeois.

Be Regular And Orderly In Your Life, So That You May Be Violent And Original In Your Work.

Ah! In Fact There Are Two Moralities ... The Petty One, The Conventional One, The One Devised By Men, That Keeps Changing And Bellows So Loudly, Making A Commotion Down Here Among Us, In A Perfectly Pedestrian Way ... But The Other One, The Eternal One, Is All Around And Above Us, Like A Landscape That Surrounds Us And The Blue Sky That Gives Us Light.

By Dint Of Railing At Idiots, One Runs The Risk Of Becoming An Idiot Oneself.

Writing This Book I Am Like A Man Playing The Piano With Lead Balls Attached To His Knuckles.