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There Did He Sit Shrivelled In His Chimney Corner, Fretting On Account Of His Weak Legs, World Weary, Will Weary, And One Day He Suffocated Through His Excessive Pity.

Whatever A Theologian Regards As True Must Be False: There You Have Almost A Criterion Of Truth.

Many People Wait Throughout Their Whole Lives For The Chance To Be Good In Their Own Fashion.

In Affability There Is No Hatred Of Men, But For That Very Reason There Is All Too Much Contempt For Men.

Profundity Of Thought Belongs To Youth, Clarity Of Thought To Old Age.