Against The Background Of General

Great Poetry Must Be Admired, Because It Is Great And Because It Is Poetry, And So We Admire It.

Man Does Not Fear Death, Only The Suffering.

Not Surprisingly, Because Too Much Attention To One Object Leads To Distraction, This One Object Conceals Everything Else, And When We Focus On One Point On The Map We Know That All Other Points Are Eluding Us.

I Could Have Protested Of Course, Who Says I Couldn't--i Could Have Risen To My Feet At Any Moment, Walked Up To Them, And--no Matter How Difficult It Would Have Been--made It Abundantly Clear That I Was Not Seventeen But Thirty. I Could Have--yet I Couldn't Because I Didn't Want To, The Only Thing I Wanted Was To Prove That I Was Not An Old-fashioned Boy!

Wherever I See Some Mystique, Be It Virtue Or Family, Faith Or Fatherland, There I Must Commit Some Indecent Act.