Who Can Think Wise Or

Blood Is A Juice Of Rarest Quality. [ger., Blut Ist Ein Ganz Beondrer Saft.]

People Are So Constituted That Everybody Would Rather Undertake What They See Others Do, Whether They Have An Aptitude For It Or Not.

The World Is So Empty If One Thinks Only Of Mountains, Rivers And Cities; But To Know Someone Who Thinks And Feels With Us, And Who, Though Distant, Is Close To Us In Spirit, This Makes The Earth For Us An Inhabited Garden.

Humans Fear Reason, But They Ought To Fear Stupidity- For Reason Can Be Hard, But Stupidity Can Be Fatal.

Life Seems So Vulgar, So Easily Content With The Commonplace Things Of Every Day, And Yet It Always Nurses And Cherishes Certain Higher Claims In Secret, And Looks About For The Means Of Satisfying Them.