Freedom Requires Guns.

As Far As The Arts And The Sciences Are Concerned, The German Mind Appreciates Most Highly That Which It Does Not Understand Of The Latter, And That Which It Does Not Enjoy Of The Former.

It's Actually The Spirit Helping The Spirit; It Is The Doctor, The Bed, The Potion.

The Plot! The Plot! What Kind Of Plot Could A Poet Possibly Provide That Is Not Surpassed By The Thinking, Feeling Reader? Form Alone Is Divine.

If Someone Were To Think That Trees Are Made To Support The Sky, They Would All Seem Too Short.

Chance Arrives Unannounced. It Emerges, And When It Leaves, We Are Lucky If The Changes It Has Produced Are Only External.