Doesn't Surprise Me That Christ Our Lord

Wanted: A Dog That Neither Barks Nor Bites, Eats Broken Glass And Shits Diamonds.

Ill-humor Is Nothing More Than An Inward Feeling Of Our Own Want Of Merit, A Dissatisfaction With Ourselves Which Is Always United With An Envy That Foolish Vanity Excites.

What Have The Germans Gained By Their Boasted Freedom Of The Press, Except The Liberty Of Abusing Each Other As They Like?

Character, In Great And Little Things, Means Carrying Through What You Feel Able To Do.

The World Of Empirical Morality Consists For The Most Part Of Nothing But Ill Will And Envy.