The Border Between Good And Evil Is

Merely By Being Born Intelligent, You Right Away Find Yourself In Absolute Exile.

In The Sunset Of Dissolution, Everything Is Illuminated By The Aura Of Nostalgia, Even The Guillotine.

Is Not Parody The Eternal Lot Of Man?

Immortality Is A Ridiculous Illusion, An Empty Word, A Butterfly Net Chasing The Wind.

The Pressure To Make Public Retractions Of Past Statements - There's Something Medieval About It. What Does It Mean, Anyway, To 'retract' What You've Said? How Can Anyone State Categorically That A Thought He Once Had Is No Longer Valid? In Modern Times An Idea Can Be Refuted, Yes, But Not Retracted.