I Am Then Never Less Alone Than

No Young Man Ever Thinks He Shall Die.

A Man Knows His Companion In A Long Journey And A Little Inn.

When The Imagination Is Continually Led To The Brink Of Vice By A System Of Terror And Denunciations, People Fling Themselves Over The Precipice From The Mere Dread Of Falling.

Men Will Die For An Opinion As Soon As For Anything Else.

The Mind Of Man Is Like A Clock That Is Always Running Down, And Requires To Be Constantly Wound Up.