Die Zeit Ist Selbst Ein Element. Time

Don't Give Us Your Doubts, Gives Us Your Certainties, For We Have Doubts Enough Of Our Own.

If In The Infinite You Want To Stride, Just Walk In The Finite To Every Side.

Sweet Moonlight, Shining Full And Clear, Why Do You Light My Torture Here? How Often Have You Seen Me Toil, Burning Last Drops Of Midnight Oil. On Books And Papers As I Read, My Friend, Your Mournful Light You Shed. If Only I Could Flee This Den And Walk The Mountain-tops Again, Through Moonlit Meadows Make My Way, In Mountain Caves With Spirits Play - Released From Learning's Musty Cell, Your Healing Dew Would Make Me Well!

One Usually Thinks People To Be More Dangerous Than They Are.

One Glance, One Word From You Gives More Pleasure Than All The Wisdom Of This World.