My Time Has Not Yet Come Either;

If God Had Wanted To Become An Object Of Love, He Would First Of All Have Had To Forgo Judging And Justice : A Judge, And Even A Gracious Judge, Is No Object Of Love.

There Is Such A Thing As A Hatred Of Lies And Dissimulation, Which Is The Outcome Of A Delicate Sense Of Humor; There Is Also The Selfsame Hatred But As The Result Of Cowardice, In So Far As Falsehood Is Forbidden By Divine Law. Too Cowardly To Lie.

He Who Humbles Himself Wants To Be Exalted.

He Who Recites Dramatic Works Makes Discoveries About His Own Character.

A Letter Is An Unannounced Visit, The Postman The Agent Of Rude Surprises. One Ought To Reserve An Hour A Week For Receiving Letters And Afterwards Take A Bath.