The Rich Want Good Wine,

One Always Has Time Enough, If One Will Apply It Well.

Who Longs In Solitude To Live, Ah! Soon His Wish Will Gain: Men Hope And Love, Men Get And Give, And Leave Him To His Pain.

Those Who Hope For No Other Life Are Dead Even For This.

When Ideas Fail, Words Come In Very Handy.

He Who Only Tastes His Error Will Long Dwell With It, Will Take Delight In It As In A Singular Felicity; While He Who Drains It To The Dregs Will, If He Be Not Crazy, Find It To Be What It Is.