On Sorrow Floats Laughter.

Art Is Hard For A Puritan To Understand.

I Shall Speak Of How Melancholy And Utopia Preclude One Another. How They Fertilize One Another... Of The Revulsion That Follows One Insight And Precedes The Next... Of Superabundance And Surfeit. Of Stasis In Progress. And Of Myself, For Whom Melancholy And Utopia Are Heads And Tails Of The Same Coin.

It's Dangerous To Watch Staggering Butterflies. They Have A Plan But It Has No Meaning.

I Catch Myself Judging Myself As That 13-year-old Boy, Who, Of Course, Rightfully Points Out That He Is Only A Child. And My Membership - Well, I Was Drafted Into The Waffen-ss And Didn't Exactly Volunteer, Which Was Just As Idiotic. I Wanted To Be On The Submarines And Then Ended Up With The Waffen-ss.

I Have Heard My Fill Of Hurtful Words. I Think It's Especially Egregious When Citizens Like Me, Who Point Out Abuses In Their Country, Are Referred To As 'do-gooders.' This Is How A Phrase That Can Be Used To Stop An Argument Dead Becomes Part Of Common Usage.