Religion Cannot Sink Lower Than When Somehow

Every Period Of Time Is A Sphinx That Throws Itself Into The Abyss As Soon As Its Riddle Has Been Solved.

The Artist Is The Child In The Popular Fable, Every One Of Whose Tears Was A Pearl.

God Will Forgive Me The Foolish Remarks I Have Made About Him Just As I Will Forgive My Opponents The Foolish Things They Have Written About Me, Even Though They Are Spiritually As Inferior To Me As I To Thee, O God!

No Talent, But Yet A Character. [ger., Kein Talent, Doch Ein Charakter.]

In These Times We Fight For Ideas And Newspapers Are Our Fortress.