Thought Is Invisible Nature.

The Artist Is The Child In The Popular Fable, Every One Of Whose Tears Was A Pearl.

Every Age Has Its Problem, By Solving Which Humanity Is Helped Forward.

This Was But A Prelude; Where Books Are Burnt Human-beings Will Be Burnt In The End

Whenever Books Are Burned, Men Also In The End Are Burned.

At First I Was Almost About To Despair, I Thought I Never Could Bear It — But I Did I Bear It. The Question Remains: How?