Art Is Indeed Not The Bread But

Because The Heart Beats Under A Covering Of Hair, Of Fur, Feathers, Or Wings, It Is, For That Reason, To Be Of No Account?

A Scholar Knows No Boredom.

The German Language Is The Organ Among The Languages.

Despair Is The Only Genuine Atheism.

What Cicero Said Of Men-that They Are Like Wines, Age Souring The Bad, And Bettering The Good-we Can Say Of Misfortune, That It Has The Same Effect Upon Them.