Morality, A Muzzle For The Will; Logic,

Trying To Conceal A Crime Is Like Burying A Seed In The Ground.

No Spoon Has Yet Destroyed A Mouth, But The Knife Of War Cuts Portions That Are Hard To Swallow. Perhaps The Big Mouths Of The Privileged Are Able To Cope With Them, But They Dull The Teeth Of The Little People And Ruin Their Stomachs.

The Way In Which Modern German Poetry Follows Theories Reminds Me Of Pupils Who, Scolded By Their Teacher For Their Insubordination, Justify Themselves By Saying That They Invented New Rules Of Propriety According To Which They Are Quite Well- Behaved.

Today Is, After All, Today, But Yesterday Is Of The Same Substance As Tomorrow.

Es Binden Sklavenfesseln Nur Die H A« Nde, Der Sinn, Er Macht Den Freien Und Den Knecht. The Chains Of Slavery Can Only Bind The Hands. The Mind Makes Us Either Free Or Enslaved.