The Joke Of Our Time Is The

When I Made My Theoretical Model, I Could Not Have Guessed That People Would Try To Realise It With Molotov Cocktails.

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.

In The End, The Writer Is Not Even Allowed To Live In His Writing.

Philosophy ... Must Not Bargain Away Anything Of The Emphatic Concept Of Truth.

Proletarian Language Is Dictated By Hunger. The Poor Chew Words To Fill Their Bellies.