All Things Are Only Transitory.

What Is The Path? There Is No Path. On Into The Unknown.

The Philosophers Must Station Themselves In The Middle.

He Who Would Reproach An Author For Obscurity Should Look Into His Own Mind To See Whether It Is Quite Clear There. In The Dusk The Plainest Writing Is Illegible.

Love Grants In A Moment What Toil Can Hardly Achieve In An Age. [ger., In Einem Augenblick Gewahrt Die Liebe Was Muhe Kaum In Langer Zeit Erreicht.]

How Circumscribed Is Woman's Destiny!