The Universal Subjugator, The Commonplace.

As Man Is, So Is His God. And Thus Is God Oft Strangely Odd.

The People Who Are Absent Are The Ideal; Those Who Are Present Seem To Be Quite Commonplace.

Nature Reacts Not Only To Physical Disease, But Also To Moral Weakness; When The Danger Increases; She Gives Us Greater Courage

He Who Wishes To Exert A Useful Influence Must Be Careful To Insult Nothing. Let Him Not Be Troubled By What Seems Absurd, But Concentrate His Energies To The Creation Of What Is Good. He Must Not Demolish, But Build. He Must Raise Temples Where Mankind May Come And Partake Of The Purest Pleasure.

What Am I Then...? Everything That I Have Seen, Heard, And Observed I Have Collected And Exploited. My Works Have Been Nourished By Countless Different Individuals, By Innocent And Wise Ones, People Of Intelligence And Dunces. Childhood, Maturity And Old Age All Have Brought Me Their Thoughts....their Perspectives On Life. I Have Often Reaped What Others Have Sowed. My Work Is The Work Of A Collective Being That Bears The Name Goethe.