Today There Seems To Be Only One

At Night I Sit In My Chamber And Read The Bible. Far In The Distance Roars The Sea. Then I Lie Down And Think For A Long Time About The Calm And Pale Man From Nazareth.

We Shall Reach Our Goal, When We Have The Power To Laugh As We Destroy, As We Smash, Whatever Was Sacred To Us As Tradition, As Education, And As Human Affection.

The English Follow The Principle That When One Lies, It Should Be A Big Lie, And One Should Stick To It.

The Night Is My Best Friend. It Calms The Storm In My Soul And It Lets The Guiding Stars Rise.

Hypocrisy Is The Characteristic Feature Of The Dying Bourgeois Epoch.