One Is Never Satisfied With

Enjoy When You Can, And Endure When You Must.

Out Of Moderation A Pure Happiness Springs.

The History Of Knowledge Is A Great Fugue In Which The Voices Of The Nations One After The Other Emerge.

Art Rests On A Kind Of Religious Sense, On A Deep, Steadfast Earnestness; And On This Account It Unites So Readily With Religion.

Truth Has To Be Repeated Constantly, Because Error Also Is Being Preached All The Time, And Not Just By A Few, But By The Multitude. In The Press And Encyclopaedias, In Schools And Universities, Everywhere Error Holds Sway, Feeling Happy And Comfortable In The Knowledge Of Having Majority On Its Side.