Experience is of no ethical value. It is merely the name men give to their mistakes. Moralists has, as a rule, regarded it as a mode of warning, has claimed for it a mode of warning, has claimed for it a certain ethical efficiency in the formation of character, as praised it as something that thought us what to follow & showed us what to avoid. But there is no motive power in experience. It is as little of an active cause as conscience itself. All that is really demonstrated is our future would be the same of our past & that the sin we had done once. And with the loathing, we would do many times & with joy.

The only way communism can be made to work is you have capitalist to pay the bill and manage the show.

Hard where the first have been soft, hot where it had been warm and savagely urgent where it had been gentle and lingering.

Its mere important to the survival of the human race, which is true, we are all in danger of drowning in our own shits.

Every catastrophe is merely a problem looking for a brilliant solution.

As if age in people, as if cheese was a plus.

To be too original is to be laughed at.

I’m just wondering about the parallel evolution of dung bettles and shit. For instance; which came first, man or veneral disease? I suppose host always have to precede their parasite, but is that really true? May be man was invented by viruses, to give them the convenient place to live.

The stain in honor wiped out by blood.

If I console her she’ll say I’m hypocrite, if not I’m a prick.

I fail not of any intrinsic weakness or lack of will, coz my own desire are hopelessly divided.