The Love Of Truth Has

The Hour When You Say, "what Does My Happiness Matter? It Is Poverty And Filth, And A Wretched Complacency. Yet My Happiness Should Justify Existence Itself!

Egoism Is The Very Essence Of A Noble Soul.

Many A One Cannot Loosen His Own Fetters, But Is Nevertheless His Friend's Emancipator.

Genteel Women Suppose That Those Things Do Not Really Exist About Which It Is Impossible To Talk In Polite Company.

The Poet Presents His Thoughts Festively, On The Carriage Of Rhythm: Usually Because They Could Not Walk.