The Likeness Of The World? A Shadow!

Schiller Moves Upward. Goethe Comes From Up Above.

Our Age Believed Herself Pregnant With Auspicious Progeny, But When Her Hour Came, It Turned Out To Be Dropsy.

Only By Himself, With One Acre And A House, Will A Dunce Be A Dunce. Once He Manages To Gain Power, He'll Turn Into A Scoundrel.

Art Is Eternally Young, But The Poet Ages. If Only He Remained As Young As Art! If Only It Aged With Him!

Just As The Queen Bee, The Highest-ranking, Peerless Creature Of Her Hive, Is Surrounded By Lowly Drones To Please Her, Whereas The Workers Produce Honey, The Same Way Is The One Who Sits On The Throne An Equal Only To Himself, And No One's Companion.