Christ Rode On An Ass, But Now

Music Is A Strange Thing. I Would Almost Say It Is A Miracle. For It Stands Halfway Between Thought And Phenomenon, Between Spirit And Matter.

That Was Only The Beginning - Where One Burns Books, One Will Finally Also Burn People.

The Beauteous Dragonfly's Dancing By The Waves Of The Rivulet Glancing; She Dances Here And She Dances There, The Glimmering, Glittering Flutterer Fair. Full Many A Beetle With Loud Applause Admires Her Dress Of Azure Gauze, Admires Her Body's Bright Splendour, And Also Her Figure So Slender...

Every Age Has Its Problem, By Solving Which Humanity Is Helped Forward.

I Do Not Know If She Was Virtuous, But She Was Ugly, And With A Woman That Is Half The Battle.