No Author Is A Man Of Genius

The Fountain Of Love Is The Rose And The Lily, The Sun And The Dove.

Where Books Are Burnt, Men Finish Up Being Burnt Too.

The Portuguese, Dutch And English Have Been For A Long Time Year After Year, Shipping Home The Treasures Of India In Their Big Vessels. We Germans Have Been All Along Been Left To Watch It. Germany Would Do Likewise, But Hers Would Be Treasures Of Spiritual Knowledge.

The Bible Is The Great Family Chronicle Of The Jews.

With The Rose The Butterfly's Deep In Love, A Thousand Times Hovering Round; But Round Himself, All Tender Like Gold, The Sun's Sweet Ray Is Hovering Found.