The Character Of The Crowds

The Old Harlot, German Philosophy, Has Finally Turned Into A Church Lady.

Our Poetry Emulates The Recent Progress In Military Strategy: Our Army's Strength Is The Foot Soldiers.

Beauty Satisfies The Senses Completely And At The Same Time Uplifts The Soul. That Which Gratifies The Senses Is Pleasant, And That Which Uplifts The Soul Without Being Sensual In The Least Is Good, True, Right, Anything You Like, But Not Beautiful.

I Understand The Phrase "honor The Women" All Too Well: The Poet Has Probably A Wife Of His Own, But He Prefers To Honor Another.

Drive The Women From The Bed Just As You Drove Them From The Choir; A Eunuch Sings In Rome, And The Priests Masturbate.