I Love Germany So Much I'm Glad

If The Flame Inside You Goes Out, The Souls That Are Next To You Will Die Of Cold.

The Man Who Partakes In The Breaking Of The Bread Dares To Build His House On The Very Core Of Love. He Becomes, As It Were, Godlike, But Regardless Of The Strength He Derives From It, His Free Will Remains. We Are Always Free To Disown This Immense Grace, To Abuse It. The Greatest Love May Be Betrayed. Fed On The Living Bread, We Nevertheless Conceal A Part Of Ourselves Which Longs For Swine's Food.

I Love Germany So Much I'm Glad There Are Two Of Them.

A Writer Is Essentially A Man Who Does Not Resign Himself To Loneliness.

Tell Me What You Read And I'll Tell You Who You Are Is True Enough, But I'd Know You Better If You Told Me What You Reread.