No Author Is A Man Of Genius

If One Has No Heart, One Cannot Write For The Masses.

In The Image Of The Lion Made He Kittens Small And Curious.

At Dresden On The Elbe, That Handsome City, Where Straw Hats, Verses, And Cigars Are Made, They've Built (it Well May Make Us Feel Afraid,) A Music Club And Music Warehouse Pretty.

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

I Bequeath All My Property To My Wife On The Condition That She Remarry Immediately. Then There Will Be At Least One Man To Regret My Death.