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To Enlist The Support Of The People And Of Parliament, You Only Have To Propose A Profitable Villainy.

Man Will Return To His Origins. Goethe Has Finally Become As Squiggly As The City Of His Fathers.

Since People No Longer Attend Church, Theater Remains As The Only Public Service, And Literature As The Only Private Devotion.

Morality, A Muzzle For The Will; Logic, A Climbing Iron For The Mind.

Art Is Eternally Young, But The Poet Ages. If Only He Remained As Young As Art! If Only It Aged With Him!