There Is Nothing For Which

Wherever Germany Extends Her Sway, She Ruins Culture.

Impoliteness Is Frequently The Sign Of An Awkward Modesty That Loses Its Head When Surprised And Hopes To Conceal This With Rudeness.

Call Me Whatever You Like; I Am Who I Must Be.

Thus Do I Want Man And Woman To Be: The One Fit To Wage War And The Other Fit To Give Birth, But Both Fit To Dance With Head And Feet.

Indeed, At Hearing The News That 'the Old God Is Dead', We Philosophers And 'free Spirits' Feel Illuminated By A New Dawn; Our Heart Overflows With Gratitude, Amazement, Forebodings, Expectation - Finally The Horizon Seems Clear Again, Even If Not Bright; Finally Our Ships May Set Out Again, Set Out To Face Any Danger; Every Daring Of The Lover Of Knowledge Is Allowed Again; The Sea, Our Sea, Lies Open Again; Maybe There Has Never Been Such An 'open Sea'.