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In The Marvelous Month Of May When All The Buds Were Bursting, Then In My Heart Did Love Arise. In The Marvelous Month Of May When All The Birds Were Singing, Then Did I Reveal To Her My Yearning And Longing.

The Swan, Like The Soul Of The Poet, By The Dull World Is Ill Understood.

In Earlier Religions The Spirit Of The Time Was Expressed Through The Individual And Confirmed By Miracles. In Modern Religions The Spirit Is Expressed Through The Many And Confirmed By Reason.

In Politics, As In Life, We Must Above All Things Wish Only For The Attainable.

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