The Gazelles So Gentle And Clever Skip

Whenever Books Are Burned, Men Also In The End Are Burned.

Oh, What Lies There Are In Kisses.

The Devil Take These People And Their Language! They Take A Dozen Monosyllabic Words In Their Jaws, Chew Them, Crunch Them And Spit Them Out Again, And Call That Speaking. Fortunately They Are By Nature Fairly Silent, And Although They Gaze At Us Open-mouthed, They Spare Us Long Conversations.

The Air Grows Cool And Darkles, The Rhine Flows Calmly On; The Mountain Summit Sparkles In The Light Of The Setting Sun.

The Beauteous Eyes Of The Spring's Fair Night With Comfort Are Downward Gazing.