Manners Form The Great Charm Of Women.

I Never Knew A More Presumptuous Person Than Myself. The Fact That I Say That Shows That What I Say Is True.

I Am The Spirit That Negates. And Rightly So, For All That Comes To Be Deserves To Perish Wretchedly; 'twere Better Nothing Would Begin. Thus Everything That That Your Terms, Sin, Destruction, Evil Represent— That Is My Proper Element.

At All Times It Has Not Been The Age, But Individuals Alone, Who Have Worked For Knowledge. It Was The Age Which Put Socrates To Death By Poison, The Age Which Burnt Huss. The Ages Have Always Remained Alike.

Woe To Him Who Would Ascribe Something Like Reason To Chance, And Make A Religion Of Surrendering To It.

The Question "from Where Does The Poet Get It?" Addresses Only The What, Nobody Learns Anything About The How When Asking That Question.