Where Books Are Burned In The End

Out Of My Own Great Woe I Make My Little Songs.

I Live, Which Is The Main Point.

Whatever Tears One May Shed, In The End One Always Blows One's Nose.

Ask Me Not What I Have, But What I Am.

She Resembles The Venus De Milo: She Is Very Old, Has No Teeth, And Has White Spots On Her Yellow Skin.