No Bad Man Can Be A Good

During The Last Years Of Mayakovski's Life, When All Poetry Had Ceased To Exist . . . Literature Had Stopped.

Only The Solitary Seek The Truth, And They Break With All Those Who Don't Love It Sufficiently

I Hate Everything You Say, But Not Enough To Kill You For It.

And Now Listen Carefully. You In Others-this Is Your Soul. This Is What You Are. This Is What Your Consciousness Has Breathed And Lived On And Enjoyed Throughout Your Life-your Soul, Your Immortality, Your Life In Others. And What Now? You Have Always Been In Others And You Will Remain In Others. And What Does It Matter To You If Later On That Is Called Your Memory? This Will Be You-the You That Enters The Future And Becomes A Part Of It.

As In An Explosion, I Would Erupt With All The Wonderful Things I Saw And Understood In This World.