In Politics, Yesterday's Lie Is Attacked Only

When I Was Young I Pitied The Old. Now Old, It Is The Young I Pity.

On The Brink Of Being Satiated, Desire Still Appears Infinite.

Theories Pass. The Frog Remains.

I Still Understand A Few Words In Life, But I No Longer Think They Make A Sentence.

My Pessimism Extends To The Point Of Even Suspecting The Sincerity Of Other Pessimists.