With Knowledge Grows Doubt.

Blood Is A Very Special Juice.

But One Must Know Where One Stands, And Where The Others Wish To Go.

One Is Led Astray Alike By Sympathy And Coldness, By Praise And By Blame

Master And Doctor Are My Titles; For Ten Years Now, Without Repose, I Held My Erudite Recitals And Led My Pupils By The Nose.

At The End Of Life Thoughts Hitherto Impossible Come To The Collected Mind, Like Good Spirits Which Let Themselves Down From The Shining Heights Of The Past.