Every Revolution Was First A Thought In

When We Have Arrived At The Question, The Answer Is Already Near.

Wherever A Man Comes, There Comes Revolution. The Old Is For Slaves.

It Is Always So Pleasant To Be Generous, Though Very Vexatious To Pay Debts.

He Who Travels In Search Of Something Which He Has Not Got, Travels Away From Himself And Grows Old Even In Youth Among Old Things.

I Must Feel Pride In My Friend's Accomplishments As If They Were Mine,--and A Property In His Virtues. I Feel As Warmly When He Ispraised, As The Lover When He Hears Applause Of His Engaged Maiden.