No Skill Or Art Is

What Sort Of God Would It Be, Who Only Pushed From Without.

You Don't Have To Travel Around The World To Understand That The Sky Is Blue Everywhere

Hatred Is Active Displeasure, Envy Passive. We Need Not Wonder That Envy Turns To Soon To Hatred.

The Poet Should Seize The Particular, And He Should, If There Be Anything Sound In It, Thus Represent The Universal.

But What Is Your Duty? What The Day Demands. [ger., Was Aber Ist Deine Pflicht? Die Forderung Des Tages.]