Every Day I Count Wasted In Which

Shackled Heart, Free Spirit.--whoever Binds His Heart Tightly And Imprisons It May Indulge His Spirit In Many Liberties: I Have Already Said That Once. But No One Believes Me Unless He Already Knows.

Against Boredom The Gods Themselves Fight In Vain.

Moral Sensibilities Are Nowadays At Such Cross-purposes That To One Man A Morality Is Proved By Its Utility, While To Another Its Utility Refutes It.

The Drive Toward Knowledge Has A Moral Origin.

He Who Is Not A Bird Should Not Build His Nest Over Abysses.