The Teutons Have Been Singing

Don't Look For Miracles. You Yourself Are The Miracle.

The Study Of Crime Begins With The Knowledge Of Oneself.

I Like The One About The Little Soulworms That Fly Out Of The Nest For The Resurrection.

For Some Reason Or Other Man Looks For The Miracle, And To Accomplish It He Will Wade Through Blood. He Will Debauch Himself With Ideas, He Will Reduce Himself To A Shadow If For Only One Second Of His Life He Can Close His Eyes To The Hideousness Of Reality. Everything Is Endured-disgrace, Humiliation, Poverty, War, Crime, Ennui-in The Belief That Overnight Something Will Occur, A Miracle, Which Will Render Life Tolerable.

The Blind Lead The Blind. It's The Democratic Way.