Vengeance Comes From The Individual

In Joined Hands There Is Still Some Token Of Hope, In The Clenched Fist None.

Since We Shall Love Each Other, I Shall Be Great And You Shall Be Rich.

God Is Behind Everything, But Everything Hides God.

Each Of Our Passions, Even Love, Has A Stomach That Must Not Be Overloaded. We Must In Everything Write The Word 'finis' In Time; We Must Restrain Ourselves, When It Becomes Urgent; We Must Draw The Bolt On The Appetite, Play A Fantasia On The Violin, Then Break The Strings With Our Own Hand. The Wise Man Is He Who Knows When And How To Stop.

The Hand Which Moves Over The Dial Moves Also Among Souls.