Since The Day Man First Tried To

The Streets Of Vienna Are Paved With Culture, The Streets Of Other Cities With Asphalt.

When I Don't Make Any Progress, It Is Because I Have Bumped Into The Wall Of Language. Then I Draw Back With A Bloody Head. And Would Like To Go On.

Technology Is A Servant Who Makes So Much Noise Cleaning Up In The Next Room That His Master Cannot Make Music.

If You Wish To Form A Clear Judgment On Your Friends, Consult Your Dreams.

Many Desire To Kill Me, And Many Wish To Spend An Hour Chatting With Me. The Law Protects Me From The Former.