The Propaganda Of Communism Possesses A Language

I Am No Longer A Divine Biped. I Am No Longer The Freest German After Goethe, As Ruge Named Me In Healthier Days. I Am No Longer The Great Hero No. 2, Who Was Compared With The Grape-crowned Dionysius, Whilst My Colleague No. 1 Enjoyed The Title Of A Grand Ducal Weimarian Jupiter. I Am No Longer A Joyous, Somewhat Corpulent Hellenist, Laughing Cheerfully Down Upon The Melancholy Nazarenes. I Am Now A Poor Fatally-ill Jew, An Emaciated Picture Of Woe, An Unhappy Man.

Every Age Thinks Its Battle The Most Important Of All.

Ordinarily He Was Insane, But He Had Lucid Moments When He Was Merely Stupid

No Compass Has Ever Been Invented For The High Seas Of Matrimony.

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