#81

“(...) Socrates and Christ they never wrote a line yet their teachings are still valid, while others are less read the more books they publish, history's revenge you might call it (...)” (id, 83).

#80

“(...) what a fate for a handsome young man trained in the art or carpentry, fo sawing boards and beams, and boom! off he goes to teach the world that loving your neighbour doesn't mean somersaults on the sofa (...)” (id, 64).

#79

“(...) real poetry must hurt as if you'd forgotten you wrapped a razor blade in your handkerchief and you blow your nose, no book worth its worth its salt is meant to put you to sleep, it's meant to make you jump out of bed in your underwear and run and beat the author's brains out (...)” (id, 30).

#78

“(...) what I'm giving you now, young ladies, are like windows on the world, points goals, scores, the principle the late Strauss applied to his heavenly melodies, sending them out into the world to refine emotions, like the European Renaissance, for which Themistocles and Miltiades and Socrates and Goethe and Mozart did so much and which has made it impossible for us to say to a beauty we're tired of, get lost, or even Adieu, because our refined emotions require us to compose a farewell melody or poem to be dispatched with a bouquet of roses (...)” (id, 27-28).

#77

“(...) any young lady will tell you you might as well be buried alive if the man in your life has a faulty fandangle (...)” (id, 6).