If One Doesn't Know One's Own Country,

Hypotheses Are Lullabies For Teachers To Sing Their Students To Sleep.

Wood Burns Because It Has The Proper Stuff For That Purpose In It; And A Man Becomes Renowned Because He Has The Necessary Stuff In Him. Renown Is Not To Be Sought, And All Pursuit Of It Is Vain. A Person May, Indeed, By Skillful Conduct And Various Artificial Means, Make A Sort Of Name For Himself; But If The Inner Jewel Is Wanting, All Is Vanity, And Will Not Last A Day.

Errors Belong To Libraries; Truth, To The Human Mind.

Let Us Not Dream That Reason Can Ever Be Popular. Passions, Emotions, May Be Made Popular; But Reason Remains Ever The Property Of An Elect Few.

But What Is Your Duty? What The Day Demands. [ger., Was Aber Ist Deine Pflicht? Die Forderung Des Tages.]