Every Woman Is The Gift

A Blaspheming Frenchman Is A Spectacle More Pleasing To The Lord Than A Praying Englishman.

Wherever Books Are Burned, Human Beings Are Destined To Be Burned Too.

The Air Grows Cool And Darkles, The Rhine Flows Calmly On; The Mountain Summit Sparkles In The Light Of The Setting Sun.

The Swan, Like The Soul Of The Poet, By The Dull World Is Ill Understood.

Music Played At Weddings Always Reminds Me Of The Music Played For Soldiers Before They Go Into Battle.