Misery Travels Free Through The Whole World!

When The Measured Dance Of The Hours Brings Back The Happy Smile Of Spring, The Buried Dead Is Born Again In The Life-glance Of The Sun. The Germs Which Perished To The Eye Within The Cold Breast Of The Earth Spring Up With Joy In The Bright Realm Of Day.

As Soon As I Have Begun To Fear I Have Ceased To Fear.

O Who Knows What Slumbers In The Background Of The Times?

Man, Living, Feeling Man, Is The Easy Sport Of The Over-mastering Present.

Friends Show Me What I Can Do, Foes Teach Me What I Should Do.