Can happen to you that you run around and can’t read no names on any streets. Clever people helped me then, talked to me and told me things, people with nous, and that’s how you learn: you shouldn’t swear by money or by brandy or by the miserable few pence of union dues. What matters is to have common sense and use it, and so you know what’s going

I knock everything to pieces you knock everything to pieces, he knocks everything to pieces.

“Just speak. How sweetly the birds can sing when they have escaped the weasel. Yet there are many weasels and still the little bird shall sing! You still do not turn your eyes to me. You still do not need to behold me. You hear the babble of men, the clamour of the street, the roar of the tramway. But only breathe, listen. Amidst it all you shall h

We like to have a laugh here, we’re cheerful, our life here is great, from early evening until late.”

Behold, the ball does not fly just as you throw it and where one wants, it flies roughly like it, but it goes a little bit further and perhaps a big bit further you know, and then a little bit to one side.”

What filthy rotten luck, it’s a flamin’ disaster, I feel like smashin’ the whole world to pulp.

The peasants had sucked me as dry as a failed harvest, I would have perished, I went among men and did not perish.”

A bee, a wasp, a bumblebee, is flying round on the ceiling above, next to the stovepipe, a perfect miracle of nature in winter. All others of its race, breed, convictions and species are dead, dead already or not yet born; this is the ice age and the lonely bumblebee must survive, it does not know how it came about and why it had to be him.

You don’t shed any tears over your old trousers when they’re moth-eaten and worn out, you buy new ones, and that is what this world lives off.