I Love The Pride Whose Measure Is

Man Will Return To His Origins. Goethe Has Finally Become As Squiggly As The City Of His Fathers.

Erroneous Views And Presumptuousness Send A Talent To The Insane Asylum.

The Courts Used To Be, Fair And Square, The Avengers Of Secular Crimes; But Nowadays They Demand Respect Even For The Criminal.

Two Soldiers And A Villain Are Enough To Blow Up The Rights Of The Citizens.

The Present Is Never Poetic As It Serves Necessity, Necessity, However, Is Prosaic.