Erst Kommt Das Fressen, Dann

Something Ignoble, Loathsome, Undignified Attends All Associations Between People And Has Been Transferred To All Objects, Dwelling, Tools, Even The Landscape Itself.

Erst Kommt Das Fressen, Dann Kommt Die Moral.

For Time Flows On, And If It Did Not, It Would Be A Bad Prospect For Those Who Do Not Sit At Golden Tables. Methods Become Exhausted; Stimuli No Longer Work. New Problems Appear And Demand New Methods. Reality Changes; In Order To Represent It, Modes Of Representation Must Also Change. Nothing Comes From Nothing; The New Comes From The Old, But That Is Why It Is New.

Mixing One's Wines May Be A Mistake, But Old And New Wisdom Mix Admirably.

Their Peace And Their War Are Like Wind And Storm. War Grows From Their Peace.