Oh, What Lies There Are In Kisses.

The Deepest Truth Blooms Only From The Deepest Love.

All Our Contemporary Philosophers Perhaps Without Knowing It Are Looking Through Eyeglasses That Baruch Spinoza Polished. Spinoza Was A Philosopher Who Earned His Livelihood By Grinding Lenses.

There, Where One Burns Books... One, In The End, Burns Men.

Perfumes Are The Feelings Of Flowers.

The Air Grows Cool And Darkles, The Rhine Flows Calmly On; The Mountain Summit Sparkles In The Light Of The Setting Sun.