Evil Is The Starry Sky Of The

Every Dog Has Like Me The Impulse To Question, And I Have Like Every Dog The Impulse Not To Answer.

Ours Is A Lost Generation, It May Be, But It Is More Blameless Than Those Earlier Generations.

What If I Slept A Little More And Forgot About All This Nonsense.

My Guiding Principle Is This: Guilt Is Never To Be Doubted.

People Keep Themselves At A Tolerable Height Above An Infernal Abyss Toward Which They Gravitate Only By Putting Out All Their Strength And Lovingly Helping One Another. They Are Tied Together By Ropes, And It's Bad Enough When The Ropes Around An Individual Loosen And He Drops Somewhat Lower Than The Others Into Empty Space; Ghastly When The Ropes Break And He Falls. That's Why We Should Cling To The Others.