He Only Earns His Freedom And His

The Evil One Has Left, The Evil Ones Remain. [ger., Den Bosen Sind Sie Los, Die Bosen Sind Geblieben.]

I Have Possessed That Heart, That Noble Soul, In Whose Presence I Seemed To Be More Than I Really Was, Because I Was All That I Could Be.

A Creation Of Importance Can Only Be Produced When Its Author Isolates Himself, It Is A Child Of Solitude.

Moral Epochs Have Their Course As Well As The Seasons. We Can No More Hold Them Fast Than We Can Hold Sun, Moon, And Stars. Our Faults Perpetually Return Upon Us; And Herein Lies The Subtlest Difficulty Of Self-knowledge.

Manners Form The Great Charm Of Women.