Wherever They Burn Books They Will Also,

In Dark Ages People Are Best Guided By Religion, As In A Pitch-black Night A Blind Man Is The Best Guide; He Knows The Roads And Paths Better Than A Man Who Can See. When Daylight Comes, However, It Is Foolish To Use Blind, Old Men As Guides.

This Was But A Prelude; Where Books Are Burnt Human-beings Will Be Burnt In The End

Twelve Dancings Are Dancing, And Taking No Rest, And Closely Their Hands Together Are Press'd; And Soon As A Dance Has Come To A Close, Another Begins, And Each Merrily Goes.

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

Matrimony; The High Sea For Which No Compass Has Yet Been Invented.