I Love Germany So Much

A Cemetery Saddens Us Because It Is The Only Place Of The World In Which We Do Not Meet Our Dead Again.

The Arrogance Of Poets Is Only A Defense; Doubt Gnaws The Greatest Among Them; They Need Our Testimony To Escape Despair.

A Good Critic Is The Sorcerer Who Makes Some Hidden Spring Gush Forth Unexpectedly Under Our Feet.

To Love Someone Is To See A Miracle Invisible To Others.

The Man Who Partakes In The Breaking Of The Bread Dares To Build His House On The Very Core Of Love. He Becomes, As It Were, Godlike, But Regardless Of The Strength He Derives From It, His Free Will Remains. We Are Always Free To Disown This Immense Grace, To Abuse It. The Greatest Love May Be Betrayed. Fed On The Living Bread, We Nevertheless Conceal A Part Of Ourselves Which Longs For Swine's Food.