Love, Like Fire, Goes Out Without Fuel.

Afraid Of Decision, I Buried My Finer Feelings In The Depths Of My Heart And They Died There.

One Should Never Spurn A Penitent Criminal: In His Despair He May Become Twice As Much A Criminal As Before.

I Was Born, So That The Whole World Could Be A Spectatorof My Triumph Or My Doom.

In Simple Hearts The Feeling For The Beauty And Grandeur Of Nature Is A Hundred-fold Stronger And More Vivid Than In Us, Ecstatic Composers Of Narratives In Words And On Paper.

O Vanity! You Are The Lever By Means Of Which Archimedes Wished To Lift The Earth!