No such thing as humanity without flaws.

Every word that is spoken and sung here (the Cabaret Voltaire) represents at least this one thing: that this humiliating age has not succeeded in winning our respect.

The symbolic view of things is a consequence of long absorption in images. Is sign language the real language of Paradise?

We should burn all libraries and allow to remain only that which everyone knows by heart. A beautiful age of the legend would then begin.

It’s inspiration that counts, not the drill.