In Politics As On A Sickbed Men

There Is Nothing New On Earth / For A Person Who Lives Long And Experiences Much. / In My Years Of Youthful Wandering / I Have Seen Crystallized People.

Democracy Does Not Race, It Reaches The Finish Slowly But Surely.

Ah, How Often I've Cursed Those Foolish Pages, That Showed My Youthful Sufferings To Everyone! If Werther Had Been My Brother, And I'd Killed Him, His Sad Ghost Could Hardly Have Persecuted Me More.

He Who Serves The Public Is A Poor Animal; He Worries Himself To Death And No One Thanks Him For It.

Man Believes Himself Always Greater Than He Is, And Is Esteemed Less Than He Is Worth.