I Think 99 Times And Find Nothing.

In Living Through This Great Epoch, It Is Difficult To Reconcile Oneself To The Fact That One Belongs To That Mad, Degenerate Species That Boasts Of Its Free Will. How I Wish That Somewhere There Existed An Island For Those Who Are Wise And Of Good Will. In Such A Place Even I Should Be An Ardent Patriot!

Dear Habicht, / Such A Solemn Air Of Silence Has Descended Between Us That I Almost Feel As If I Am Committing A Sacrilege When I Break It Now With Some Inconsequential Babble... / What Are You Up To, You Frozen Whale, You Smoked, Dried, Canned Piece Of Soul...?

To Punish Me For My Contempt For Authority, Fate Made Me An Authority Myself.

Common Sense Is Nothing More Than A Deposit Of Prejudices Laid Down By The Mind Before You Reach Eighteen.

The Ideals Which Have Always Shone Before Me And Filled Me With The Joy Of Living Are Goodness, Beauty, And Truth.