People always make war when they say they love peace.

The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can't wake up.

Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.

Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.

The business of art is to reveal the relation between man and his environment.

Men are freest when they are most unconscious of freedom. The shout is a rattling of chains, always was.