If Society Gives Up The Right To

All Poetry Is Supposed To Be Instructive But In An Unnoticeable Manner; It Is Supposed To Make Us Aware Of What It Would Be Valuable To Instruct Ourselves In; We Must Deduce The Lesson On Our Own, Just As With Life.

Is Not The Core Of Nature In The Heart Of Man?

To Blow Is Not To Play On The Flute; You Must Move The Fingers. [ger., Blasen Ist Nicht Floten, Ihr Musst Die Finger Bewegen.]

Tolerance Should, Strictly Speaking, Be Only A Passing Mood; It Ought To Lead To Acknowledgment And Appreciation. To Tolerate A Person Is To Affront Him.

We Are Not All Equal, Nor Can We Be So.