Solitude Would Be Ideal If You Could

Sentimental Irony Is A Dog That Bays At The Moon While Pissing On Graves.

A Child Learns To Discard His Ideals, Whereas A Grown-up Never Wears Out His Short Pants.

Imagination Has The Right To Feast In The Shade Of The Tree That It Turns Into A Forest.

Satires Which The Censor Can Understand Are Justly Forbidden

Stupidity Is An Elemental Force For Which No Earthquake Is A Match.