No Talent, But Yet A Character. [ger.,

The Stones Here Speak To Me, And I Know Their Mute Language. Also, They Seem Deeply To Feel What I Think. So A Broken Column Of The Old Roman Times, An Old Tower Of Lombardy, A Weather- Beaten Gothic Piece Of A Pillar Understands Me Well. But I Am A Ruin Myself, Wandering Among Ruins.

We Should Forgive Our Enemies, But Not Before They Are Hanged

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

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

Freedom Is A New Religion, The Religion Of Our Time.