The whole of society is like a cabbage-stalk covered with caterpillars, and none is satisfied till it has crawled to the top.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Everybody knows what a caterpillar is, and it doesn't look anything like a butterfly.
Society is like a stew. If you don't stir it up every once in a while then a layer of scum floats to the top.
Cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education.
Moths are okay. Actually, moths don't bother me near as much as, say, spiders do.
Cabbage: a familiar kitchen-garden vegetable about as large and wise as a man's head.
I consider that all which lives must feed itself and nourish itself in a manner suitable to the way in which it lives.
I like to get where the cabbage is cooking and catch the scents.
We live in a society where everything's packaged.
Our society is dependent on some precarious mechanisms, and they are very dicey. They can easily collapse.
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly.