Human Life Runs Its Course In The

Life Belongs To The Living, And He Who Lives Must Be Prepared For Changes.

It Is Better To Be Deceived By One's Friends Than To Deceive Them.

Once More I Am A Wanderer, A Pilgrim, Through The World. But What Else Are You?

Beauty Is A Primeval Phenomenon, Which Itself Never Makes Its Appearance, But The Reflection Of Which Is Visible In A Thousand Different Utterances Of The Creative Mind, And Is As Various As Nature Herself.

Blood Is A Juice Of Rarest Quality. [ger., Blut Ist Ein Ganz Beondrer Saft.]