Lo, Sleep Is Good, Better Is Death--in

Wherever Books Are Burned, Human Beings Are Destined To Be Burned Too.

You Should Only Attempt To Borrow From Those Who Have But Few Of This World's Goods, As Their Chests Are Not Of Iron, And They Are, Besides, Anxious To Appear Wealthier Than They Really Are.

Each Violet Peeps From Its Dwelling To Gaze At The Bright Stars Above.

At Noon I Feel As Though I Could Devour All The Elephants Of Hindostan, And Then Pick My Teeth With The Spire Of Strasburg Cathedral; In The Evening I Become So Sentimental That I Would Fain Drink Up The Milky Way Without Reflecting How Indigestible I Should Find The Little Fixed Stars, And By Night There Is The Devil Himself Broke Loose In My Head And No Mistake.

It Is An Ancient Story Yet Is It Ever New.