Prose Talks And Poetry Sings.

There Is One Privilege We'll Never Lose; Currently It's Called Nationality. It Means That Everyone Was Born Somewhere, Which Is Infact Self-evident.

I Know How Ingratitude Burns, How Falsehood Tortures, For I Have Been Deceived In Friendship And In Love; I Have Learned To Lose And To Resign Myself.

What Raises Great Poetry Above All Else--it Is The Entire Person And Also The Entire World.

Austrian Soldiers Are Like Horses: Brave But Easily Frightened.

The State Has No Religion For The Simple Reason That It Has Each And Everyone.