Faith Makes Blessed. Consequently It Lies.

When A Hundred Men Stand Together, Each Of Them Loses His Mind And Gets Another One.

I Would Believe Only In A God That Knows How To Dance.

One Hears But One Does Not Seek; One Takes -- One Does Not Ask Who Gives; A Thought Flashes Up Like Lightning, It Comes Of Necessity And Unfalteringly Formed.

Almost Two Thousand Years, And No New God!

Those Are My Enemies: They Want To Overthrow And To Construct Nothing Themselves. They Say: "all That Is Worthless"--and Want To Create No Value Themselves.