Wherever Books Are Burned, Human Beings Are

Where Books Are Burned In The End People Will Be Burned Too.

Oh What Lies There Are In Kisses! And Their Guile So Well Prepared! Sweet The Snaring Is; But This Is Sweeter Still, To Be Ensnared.

Man,--the Aristocrat Amongst The Animals.

The Spring's Already At The Gate With Looks My Care Beguiling; The Country Round Appeareth Straight A Flower-garden Smiling.

Music Is A Strange Thing. I Would Almost Say It Is A Miracle.