One Should Not Ascribe The Evil Deeds

We Will Die, But Art Will Remain.

Just As King Midas Turned Everything To Gold, Stalin Turned Everything To Mediocrity.

We Are So Attached To The Earth, And Yet We Are Incapable Of Holding Onto It.

The Belly Is An Ungrateful Wretch, It Never Remembers Past Favors, It Always Wants More Tomorrow.

I Am Of Course Confident That I Will Fulfill My Tasks As A Writer In All Circumstances - From My Grave Even More Successfully And More Irrefutably Than In My Lifetime.