The Plot! The Plot! What

Without A Notion Of The Transcendental, Human Beings Would, Indeed, Be Animals; However, Only Fools Can Be Convinced Of It, And Only Degenerates Need Such A Conviction.

Strength, Strength Alone, Is Honorable, The German Nation Clamors In Its Majesty. But Since It Is Hard To Muster Strength So Suddenly, They Have To Make Do With Boorishness.

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.

The State Has No Religion For The Simple Reason That It Has Each And Everyone.

There Shall Be No Slave In Your Home, Male Or Female: Least Of All The Mother Of Your Son.