When We Have To Change Our Mind

The Disappointed One Speaks. I Searched For Great Human Beings; I Always Found Only The Apes Of Their Ideals.

For The Woman, The Man Is A Means: The End Is Always The Child.

The State Is The Coldest Of All Cold Monsters, And Coldly It Tells Lies, And This Lie Drones On From Its Mouth: 'i, The State, Am The People'.

Of All That Is Written, I Love Only What A Person Hath Written With His Blood.

I Love Him Who Scattereth Golden Words In Advance Of His Deeds, And Always Doeth More Than He Promiseth: For He Seeketh His Own Down-going.