I Do Not Hear In My Imagination

Neither A Lofty Degree Of Intelligence Nor Imagination Nor Both Together Go To The Making Of Genius. Love, Love, Love, That Is The Soul Of Genius.

My Great Grandfather Used To Say To His Wife, My Great-grandmother, Who In Turn Told Her Daughter, My Grandmother, Who Repeated It To Her Daughter, My Mother, Who Used To Remind Her Daughter, My Own Sister, That To Talk Well And Eloquently Was A Very Great Art, But That An Equally Great One Was To Know The Right Moment To Stop.

Neither Rejoice Nor Lament Prematurely; For Whatever May Happen, All Will Be Well If We Only Have Health; For Happiness Exists--merely In The Imagination.

I Do Not Hear In My Imagination The Parts Successively, But I Hear Them Gleich Alles Zusammen - At The Same Time All Together.

Let Us Put Our Trust In God And Console Ourselves With The Thought That All Is Well, If It Is In Accordance With The Will Of The Almighty, As He Knows Best What Is Profitable And Beneficial To Our Temporal Happiness And Our Eternal Salvation.