The Construction Of Life Is

Taking Food Alone Tends To Make One Hard And Coarse. Those Accustomed To It Must Lead A Spartan Life If They Are Not To Go Downhill. Hermits Have Observed, If For Only This Reason, A Frugal Diet. For It Is Only In Company That Eating Is Done Justice; Food Must Be Divided And Distributed If It Is To Be Well Received.

The Destructive Character Lives From The Feeling, Not That Life Is Worth Living, But That Suicide Is Not Worth The Trouble.

Writers Are Really People Who Write Books Not Because They Are Poor, But Because They Are Dissatisfied With The Books Which They Could Buy But Do Not Like.

In The Convulsions Of The Commodity Economy, We Begin To Recognize The Monuments Of The Bourgeoisie As Ruins Even Before They Have Crumbled.

Only He Who Can View His Own Past As An Abortion Sprung From Compulsion And Need Can Use It To Full Advantage In The Present. For What One Has Lived Is At Best Comparable To A Beautiful Statue Which Has Had All Its Limbs Knocked Off In Transit, And Now Yields Nothing But The Precious Block Out Of Which The Image Of One's Future Must Be Hewn.