The Foolish Race Of Mankind

Since The Exodus, Freedom Has Always Spoken With A Hebrew Accent.

The Devil Take These People And Their Language! They Take A Dozen Monosyllabic Words In Their Jaws, Chew Them, Crunch Them And Spit Them Out Again, And Call That Speaking. Fortunately They Are By Nature Fairly Silent, And Although They Gaze At Us Open-mouthed, They Spare Us Long Conversations.

I Do Not Murmur, Even If My Heart Break.

Whenever Books Are Burned, Men Also In The End Are Burned.

The Foolish Race Of Mankind Are Swarming Below In The Night; They Shriek And Rage And Quarrel - And All Of Them Are Right.