He Who Doesn't Lose His Wits Over

For Me The Greatest Beauty Always Lies In The Greatest Clarity.

How Can Such Deep-imprinted Images Sleep In Us At Times, Till A Word, A Sound, Awake Them?

Pure Truth Is For God Alone.

As The Stag Which The Huntsman Has Hit Flies Through Bush And Brake, Over Stock And Stone, Thereby Exhausting His Strength But Not Expelling The Deadly Bullet From His Body; So Does Experience Show That They Who Have Troubled Consciences Run From Place To Place, But Carry With Them Wherever They Go Their Dangerous Wounds.

The Most Agreeable Of All Companions Is A Simple, Frank Man, Without Any High Pretensions To An Oppressive Greatness; One Who Loves Life, And Understands The Use Of It; Obliging Alike At All Hours; Above All, Of A Golden Temper And Steadfast As An Anchor. For Such An One We Gladly Exchange The Greatest Genius, The Most Brilliant Wit, The Profoundest Thinker.