Speech Is The Mother, Not

There Is No More Unfortunate Creature Under The Sun Than A Fetishist Who Yearns For A Woman's Shoe And Has To Settle For The Whole Woman.

No Ideas And The Ability To Express Them - That's A Journalist.

In A Hollow Head There Is Much Room For Knowledge.

Progress, Under Whose Feet The Grass Mourns And The Forest Turns Into Paper From Which Newspaper Plants Grow, Has Subordinated The Purpose Of Life To The Means Of Subsistence And Turned Us Into The Nuts And Bolts For Our Tools.

Love And Art Do Not Embrace What Is Beautiful But What Is Made Beautiful By This Embrace.