Thoughts, like fleas, jump from man to man, but they don't bite everybody.
Satirists, be careful. In the 1931 film by René ClairVive la Liberte a song says, "Work is freedom." In 1940 the sign on the gates to Auschwitz said: "Arbeit macht frei."
Burząc pomniki, oszczędzajcie cokoły. Zawsze mogą się przydać.
When smashing monuments, save the pedestals. They always come in handy.
Optimists and pessimists differ only on the date of the end of the world.
Every great writer has one single obsession, and Lec tells us: "I wanted to tell the world just one word. Unable to do it I became a writer." And in another aphorism one is reminded of Picasso as he characteristically moves towards his creation through a continual grappling with and destruction of chaotic forms: "What is chaos? It is the Order destroyed during Creation." It was also Picasso who memorably called art "a lie which tells the truth", and Lec comes pretty close to the maestro with this one: "A beautiful lie? Listen! That's creativity." Lec sums up the predicament of the one gifted with creative powers, the well-known neurotic, pathological condition of the artist, in such words: "The richer your imagination, the poorer you feel." But then Lec also assures him: "Every bush can burn if you fire it with your imagination." Yet all that anguish and loneliness may be worth it for: "To suffer heartaches and not be a poet? Whatever for?"
Azizul Hakeem, in Minor Prejudices: Essays on the Arts & Literature, Cultural Perspectives, and Personal Reflections (2008), p. 81