When One Is Young, One Venerates And

In Russia There Is An Emigration Of Intelligence: émigrés Cross The Frontier In Order To Read And To Write Good Books. But In Doing So They Contribute To Making Their Fatherland, Abandoned By Spirit, Into The Gaping Jaws Of Asia That Would Like To Swallow Our Little Europe.

I Too Have Been In The Underworld, As Was Odysseus, And I Will Often Be There Again; Not Only Sheep Have I Sacrificed So As To Beable To Speak With A Few Dead Souls, But Neither Have I Spared My Own Blood As Well.

When We Cannot Stand Certain People, We Try To Have Suspicions About Them.

One Will Rarely Err If Extreme Actions Be Ascribed To Vanity, Ordinary Actions To Habit, And Mean Actions To Fear.

One Should Only Question Gods Where None But Gods Can Reply.