Everything Changes. The Only Thing

...though We Chisel Away As Best We Can At The Mysterious Block From Which Our Life Is Made, The Black Vein Of Destiny Continually Reappears.

Nothing Is Really Small; Whoever Is Open To The Deep Penetration Of Nature Knows This.

The Guilty One Is Not He Who Commits The Sin, But He Who Causes The Darkness.

For The Rest, He Was The Same To All Men, The Fashionable World And The Ordinary People. He Judged Nothing In Haste, Or Without Taking Account Of The Cirumstances. He Said, 'let Me See How The Fault Arose.

Every Body Drags Its Shadow, And Every Mind Its Doubt.