He Only Profits From Praise

High In The Air Rises The Forest Of Oaks, High Over The Oaks Soar The Eagle, High Over The Eagle Sweep The Clouds, High Over The Clouds Gleam The Stars... High Over The Stars Sweep The Angels.

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

It Is A Common Phenomenon That Just The Prettiest Girls Find It So Difficult To Get A Man.

Nothing Is Sillier Than This Charge Of Plagiarism. There Is No Sixth Commandment In Art. The Poet Dare Help Himself Wherever He Lists, Wherever He Finds Material Suited To His Work. He May Even Appropriate Entire Columns With Their Carved Capitals, If The Temple He Thus Supports Be A Beautiful One. Goethe Understood This Very Well, And So Did Shakespeare Before Him.

In These Times We Fight For Ideas And Newspapers Are Our Fortress.