One Errs As Long As One Strives.

A Really Great Talent Finds Its Happiness In Execution.

Plants And Flowers Of The Commonest Kind Can Form A Pleasing Diary, Because Nothing Which Calls Back To Us The Remembrance Of A Happy Moment Can Be Insignificant.

The Web Of This World Is Woven Of Necessity And Chance. Woe To Him Who Has Accustomed Himself From His Youth Up To Find Something Necessary In What Is Capricious, And Who Would Ascribe Something Like Reason To Chance And Make A Religion Of Surrendering To It.

True Happiness Springs From Moderation. [ger., Aus Massigkeit Entspringt Ein Reines Gluck.]

The Church Alone Beyond All Question Has For Ill-gotten Goods The Right Digestion.