Now, One Cannot Read Nonsense With Impunity.

There Is Always More Misery Among The Lower Classes Than There Is Humanity In The Higher.

In Every Cradle Decked With Rosy Wreath Lurk Germs Of Death.

For There Are Many Great Deeds Done In The Small Struggles Of Life.

There Is Nothing Like A Dream To Create The Future.

The Ideal And The Beautiful Are Identical; The Ideal Corresponds To The Idea, And Beauty To Form; Hence Idea And Substance Are Cognate.