Since The Exodus, Freedom Has

Where Words Leave Off, Music Begins.

There Is No Sixth Commandment In Art. The Poet Is Entitled To Lay His Hands On Whatever Material He Finds Necessary For His Work.

The Same Fact That Boccaccio Offers In Support Of Religion Might Be Adduced In Behalf Of A Republic: "it Exists In Spite Of Its Ministers.

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

There Is One Thing On Earth More Terrible Than English Music, And That Is English Painting.