No Love, No Friendship, Can Cross The

If You Would Tell Me The Heart Of A Man, Tell Me Not What He Reads, But What He Rereads.

The Scapegoat Has Always Had The Mysterious Power Of Unleashing Man's Ferocious Pleasure In Torturing, Corrupting, And Befouling.

I Love Germany So Much I'm Glad There Are Two Of Them.

Doubt Is Nothing But A Trivial Agitation On The Surface Of The Soul, While Deep Down There Is A Calm Certainty.

Men Resemble Great Deserted Palaces: The Owner Occupies Only A Few Rooms And Has Closed-off Wings Where He Never Ventures.