A Married Philosopher Belongs To Comedy.

The Slow Arrow Of Beauty. The Noblest Kind Of Beauty Is That Which Does Not Transport Us Suddenly, Which Does Not Make Stormy And Intoxicating Impressions Such A Kind Easily Arouses Disgust But That Which Slowly Filters Into Our Minds.

I Love Him Who Reserveth No Share Of Spirit For Himself, But Wanteth To Be Wholly The Spirit Of His Virtue: Thus Walketh He As Spirit Over The Bridge.

We Pay Dearly For Immortality: We Die For It More Than Once During Our Lifetimes.

Wherever Germany Extends Her Sway, She Ruins Culture.

All Truth Is Simple... Is That Not Doubly A Lie?