“Erst kommt das Fressen, dann kommt die Moral.”

Today every invention is received with a cry of triumph which soon turns into a cry of fear.

Of all the works of man I like best Those which have been used. The copper pots with their dents and flattened edges The knives and forks whose wooden handles Have been worn away by many hands: such forms Seemed to me the noblest.

You don’t need to pray to God any more when there are storms in the sky, but you do have to be insured.

Don’t accept the habitual as a natural thing. In times of disorder, of organized confusion, of de-humanized humanity, nothing should seem natural. Nothing should seem impossible to change.

Who does Not Know the Truth, is simply a Fool… Yet who Knows the Truth and Calls it a Lie, is a Criminal.

What kind of times are they, when A talk about trees is almost a crime Because it implies silence about so many horrors?

Even hatred of vileness Distorts a mans features.

Recently my fingers have developed a prejudice against comparatives. They all follow this pattern: a squirrel is smaller than a tree; a bird is more musical than a tree.

You have to attack once the truth is too weak to defend itself.

One can describe the world of today to the people of today only if one describes it as capable of alteration.

I am a playwright. I show What I have seen. In the man markets I have seen how men are traded. That I show, I, the playwright.

What rapture, oh, it is to know A good thing when you see it And having seen a good thing, oh, What rapture ’tis to flee it.

When the leaders speak of peace The common folk know That war is coming When the leaders curse war

Life is short and so is money.

With drooping shoulders The majority sit hunched, their foreheads furrowed like Stony ground that has been repeatedly ploughed-up to no purpose.

Whenever there are great virtues, it’s a sure sign something’s wrong.

High School is the place where poetry goes to die.

It takes a lot of doing to die.

To live in the past is to die in the present.

Scandal dies sooner of itself, than we could kill it.

I am Syrian, I was made in Syria, I have to live in Syria and die in Syria.

I’m afraid to live and afraid to die.

Happiness dies when not shared

Live as a villain, die as a hero