I Can Promise To Be Sincere, But

When She Sees The Leaves Fall, They Raise No Other Idea In Her Mind Than That Winter Is Approaching.

Blood Is A Very Special Juice.

With Knowledge Grows Doubt.

Where A Man Has A Passion For Meditating Without The Capacity Of Thinking, A Particular Idea Fixes Itself Fast, And Soon Creates A Mental Disease.

And What Does Really Matter? That Is Easy: Thinking And Doing, Doing And Thinking--and These Are The Sum Of All Wisdom. . . . Both Must Move Ever Onward In Life, To And Fro, Like Breathing In And Breathing Out.