害怕死亡是无知的表现。

Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words.

The very shaping of history now outpaces the ability of men to orient themselves in accordance with cherished values. And which values? Even when they do not panic, men often sense that older ways of feeling and thinking have collapsed and that newer beginnings are ambiguous to the point of moral stasis.