All Things Are Only Transitory.

There Is No Patriotic Art And No Patriotic Science.

Nobody, They Say, Is A Hero To His Valet. Of Course; For A Man Must Be A Hero To Understand A Hero. The Valet, I Dare Say, Has Great Respect For Some Person Of His Own Stamp.

My Days Are As Happy As Those Reserved By God For His Elect; And Whatever Be My Fate Hereafter, I Can Never Say That I Have Not Tasted Joy— The Purest Joy Of Life.

The Whole History Of The Christian Church Is A Mixture Of Errors And Violence.

Age Merely Shows What Children We Remain.