It Is The Emotions To Which One

Just As The Queen Bee, The Highest-ranking, Peerless Creature Of Her Hive, Is Surrounded By Lowly Drones To Please Her, Whereas The Workers Produce Honey, The Same Way Is The One Who Sits On The Throne An Equal Only To Himself, And No One's Companion.

Man Lives Two Lives, Woe, Were It Otherwise! One Is Seized By Death, The Other One, His Honor, Remains.

Piety Is The Fermentation Of The Forming Mind And The Putrefaction Of The Disintegrating One.

Our Poetry Emulates The Recent Progress In Military Strategy: Our Army's Strength Is The Foot Soldiers.

The Germans Believe That, No Matter Where, They Can Get By On Knowledge Alone. Art, However, Requires Skill.