Each Violet Peeps From Its Dwelling To

Where Books Are Burned In The End People Will Be Burned Too.

The Butterfly Long Loved The Beautiful Rose, And Flirted Around All Day; While Round Him In Turn With Her Golden Caress, Soft Fluttered The Sun's Warm Ray.... I Know Not With Whom The Rose Was In Love, But I Know That I Loved Them All. The Butterfly, Rose, And The Sun's Bright Ray, The Star And The Bird's Sweet Call.

The Men Of The Past Had Convictions, While We Moderns Have Only Opinions.

In Blissful Dream, In Silent Night, There Came To Me, With Magic Might, With Magic Might, My Own Sweet Love, Into My Little Room Above.

Great Genius Takes Shape By Contact With Another Great Genius, But Less By Assimilation Than By Friction.