If Someone Were To Think That Trees

When The Theater Gates Open, A Mob Pours Inside, And It Is The Poet's Task To Turn It Into An Audience.

Let The Will Embrace The Highest Ideals Freely And With Infinite Strength, But Let Action First Take Hold Of What Lies Closest.

Genius Resembles A Bell; In Order To Ring It Must Be Suspended Into Pure Air, And When A Foreign Body Touches It, Its Joyful Toneis Silenced.

Trying To Conceal A Crime Is Like Burying A Seed In The Ground.

Why Does The Past Look So Enticing To Us? For The Same Reason Why From A Distance A Meadow With Flowers Looks Like A Flower Bed.