The Poet Presents His Thoughts Festively, On

What Is New, However, Is Always Evil, Being That Which Wants To Conquer And Overthrow The Old Boundary Markers And The Old Pieties; And Only What Is Old Is Good. The Good Men Are In All Ages Those Who Dig The Old Thoughts, Digging Deep And Getting Them To Bear Fruit - The Farmers Of The Spirit. But Eventually All Land Is Depleted, And The Ploughshare Of Evil Must Come Again And Again.

Is It Not Better To Fall Into The Hands Of A Murderer, Than Into The Dreams Of A Lustful Woman?

He Who Is Not A Bird Should Not Build His Nest Over Abysses.

To Think Historically Is Almost The Same Thing Now As If In All Ages History Had Been Made According To Theory.

The Most Serious Parody I Have Ever Heard Was This: In The Beginning Was Nonsense, And The Nonsense Was With God, And The Nonsense Was God.