Fame Must Have Enemies, As Light Must

How Did It Happen That Their Lips Came Together? How Does It Happen That Birds Sing, That Snow Melts, That The Rose Unfolds, That The Dawn Whitens Behind The Stark Shapes Of Trees On The Quivering Summit Of The Hill? A Kiss, And All Was Said.

Perseverance, Secret Of All Triumphs.

Nothing Can Be Sadder Or More Profound Than To See A Thousand Things For The First And Last Time.

Men Hate Those To Whom They Have To Lie.

He Saw Before Him Two Roads, Both Equally Straight ; But He Saw Two; And That Terrified Him — Him, Who Had Never In His Life Known But One Straight Line. And, Bitter Anguish, These Two Roads Were Contradictory.