My Idea Of Paradise Is A Straight

Let Woman Be A Plaything, Pure And Fine, Like A Precious Stone, Illumined With The Virtues Of A World Not Yet Come.

What I Really Want From Music: That It Be Cheerful And Profound Like An Afternoon In October.

Man, Full Of Emptiness And Torn Apart With Homesickness For The Desert Has Had To Create From Within Himself An Adventure, A Torture-chamber, An Unsafe And Hazardous Wilderness- This Fool, This Prisoner Consumed With Longing And Despair, Became The Inventor Of 'bad Conscience'.

From The Sun I Learned This: When He Goes Down, Overrich; He Pours Gold Into The Sea Out Of Inexhaustible Riches, So That Even The Poorest Fisherman Still Rows With Golden Oars. For This I Once Saw And I Did Not Tire Of My Tears As I Watched It.

Democratic Institutions Form A System Of Quarantine For Tyrannical Desires.