Sleep Is No Mean Art.

In Every Form Of Womanly Love Something Of Motherly Love Also Comes To Light.

Though The Favourites Of The Gods Die Young, They Also Live Eternally In The Company Of Gods

Man... Cannot Learn To Forget, But Hangs On The Past: However Far Or Fast He Runs, That Chain Runs With Him.

Thinking Has To Be Learned In The Way Dancing Has To Be Learned.

There Is A Rollicking Kindness That Looks Like Malice.