Helene. We just sat and said the lover's litany—"Love like ours can never die."
Herr Holthoff. Well, love and religion are one at the last.
Lassalle. They were one once, and neither will be right until they are one again.
Helene. A creed is made up of ossified metaphors—lover's metaphors.
Doctor Haenle. Good, and every one can believe a creed if you allow him to place his own interpretation on it!
Lassalle. That is what we will do in the Co-operative Commonwealth.
Doctor Haenle. Which reminds me that Bismarck, who loves you almost as well as we do, declares that you are a Monarchist, not a Socialist, the difference being that you believe in the House of Lassalle and he in the House of Hohenzollern.
Lassalle. Which means, I suppose, that I will be king of the Co-operative Commonwealth?
Helene. You will be if I have my way.
Doctor Haenle. Heresy and sedition! The woman who loves a man confuses him with God, and regards him as one divinely appointed to rule.