One Cannot Pass By Without Thinking Of

How Vulgar, This Hankering After Immortality, How Vain, How False. Composers Are Merely Scribblers Of Cave Paintings. One Writes Music Because Winter Is Eternal And Because, If One Didn't, The Wolves And Blizzards Would Be At One's Throat All The Sooner.

Time Is The Speed At Which The Past Decays.

A Weapon Men Use Against Women Is The Refusal To Take Them Seriously.

Men Invented Money Women Invented Mutual Aid

Why Human Beings Despise What Is Beautiful And Good, And Seek To Destroy The Things They Need The Most