If I Had 20 Days To Solve

The Ways Of Creation Are Wrapt In Mystery. We May Only Marvel, And Bow Our Head.

It Is Open To Every Man To Choose The Direction Of His Striving; And Also Every Man May Draw Comfort From Lessing's Fine Saying, That The Search For Truth Is More Precious Than Its Possession.

I Cannot Write In English, Because Of The Treacherous Spelling. When I Am Reading, I Only Hear It And Am Unable To Remember What The Written Word Looks Like.

Relativity Applies To Physics, Not Ethics.

Is There Not A Certain Satisfaction In The Fact That Natural Limits Are Set To The Life Of The Individual, So That At The Conclusion It May Appear As A Work Of Art?