I Fear Only That Which I Love,

A German Immersed In Any Civilization Different From His Own Loses A Weight Equivalent In Volume To The Amount Of Intelligence He Displaces.

The Novel Is Born Of Disillusionment; The Poem, Of Despair.

I Fear Only That Which I Love, Says Man, According To Montaigne. Woman Replies: I Love Only That Which I Fear.

Better Than Succeeding Little By Little Is Failing At One Go.

If You Really Believe Music Is Dangerous, You Should Let It Go In One Ear And Out The Other.