God Is An Unutterable Sigh, Planted In

The German Language Is The Organ Among The Languages.

Laughing Cheerfulness Throws The Light Of Day On All The Paths Of Life.

I Have Made As Much Out Of Myself As Could Be Made Of The Stuff, And No Man Should Require More.

What Cicero Said Of Men-that They Are Like Wines, Age Souring The Bad, And Bettering The Good-we Can Say Of Misfortune, That It Has The Same Effect Upon Them.

I Would Rather Dwell In The Dim Fog Of Superstition Than In Air Rarefied To Nothing By The Air-pump Of Unbelief-in Which The Panting Breast Expires, Vainly And Convulsively Gasping For Breath.