What One Has Wished For In Youth,

Where There Are No Women There Are No Good Manners

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.

Wanted: A Dog That Neither Barks Nor Bites, Eats Broken Glass And Shits Diamonds.

A Man Must Cling To The Belief That The Incomprehensible Is Comprehensible; Otherwise He Would Not Try To Fathom It.

Children, Love One Another, And If That Is Not Possible-at Least Try To Put Up With One Another.