I Do Not Speak Of

Ah, How Often I've Cursed Those Foolish Pages, That Showed My Youthful Sufferings To Everyone! If Werther Had Been My Brother, And I'd Killed Him, His Sad Ghost Could Hardly Have Persecuted Me More.

Mankind? That Is An Abstraction. There Have Always Been And Always Will Be Only Individuals.

Beauty Can Never Really Understand Itself.

Truth Must Be Repeated Again And Again, Because Error Is Constantly Being Preached Round About.

The Most Congenial Social Occasions Are Those Ruled By Cheerful Deference Of Each For All.