There Is Only One Art, Whose Sole

The Attempt To Devote Oneself To Literature Alone Is A Most Deceptive Thing, And ... Often, Paradoxically, It Is Literature That Suffers For It.

Evil Must Be Confronted In Its Womb, And, If It Can't Be Done Otherwise, Then It Has To Be Dealt With By The Use Of Force.

I Am Not An Optimist, Because I Am Not Sure That Everything Ends Well. Nor Am I A Pessimist, Because I Am Not Sure That Everything Ends Badly. I Just Carry Hope In My Heart.

The Only Thing I Can Recommend At This Stage Is A Sense Of Humor, An Ability To See Things In Their Ridiculous And Absurd Dimensions, To Laugh At Others And At Ourselves, A Sense Of Irony Regarding Everything That Calls Out For Parody In This World. In Other Words, I Can Only Recommend Perspective And Distance.

You May Ask What Kind Of A Republic I Dream Of. Let Me Reply: I Dream Of A Republic Independent, Free, And Democratic, Of A Republic Economically Prosperous And Yet Socially Just; In Short, Of A Humane Republic Which Serves The Individual And Which Therefore Holds The Hope That The Individual Will Serve It In Turn. Of A Republic Of Well-rounded People, Because Without Such It Is Impossible To Solve Any Of Our Problems, Human, Economic, Ecological, Social, Or Political.