What A Torment It Is

We Don't Get To Know Anything But What We Love.

To Know Where A Thing Is We Must Have Found It.

There Is Nothing Worth Thinking But It Has Been Thought Before; We Must Only Try To Think It Again.

People Will Allow Their Faults To Be Shown Them; They Will Let Themselves Be Punished For Them; They Will Patiently Endure Many Things Because Of Them; They Only Become Impatient When They Have To Lay Them Aside.

Beloved Brother, Let Us Not Forget That Man Can Never Get Away From Himself. [ger., Lass Uns, Geliebter Bruder, Nicht Vergessen, Dass Von Sich Selbst Der Mensch Nicht Scheiden Kann.]