The Taste Of Death Is Upon My

Whoever Is Most Impertinent Has The Best Chance.

If Germany, My Beloved Fatherland, Of Whom You Know I Am Proud, Will Not Accept Me, Then Must I, In The Name Of God, Again Make France Or England Richer By One Capable German - And To The Shame Of The German Nation.

It Is When I Am, As It Were, Completely Myself, Entirely Alone, And Of Good Cheer.....that Ideas Flow Best And Most Abundantly. Whence And How They Come, I Know Not, Nor Can I Force Them.

I Thank My God For Graciously Granting Me The Opportunity Of Learning That Death Is The Key Which Unlocks The Door To Our True Happiness.

Directly After God In Heaven Comes A Papa.