One Should Die Proudly When It Is

One Hears - One Does Not Seek; One Takes - One Does Not Ask Who Gives.

All Great Men Are Play Actors Of Their Own Ideal.

The Poet Presents His Thoughts Festively, On The Carriage Of Rhythm: Usually Because They Could Not Walk.

My Wisdom Has Long Accumulated Like A Cloud, It Becomes Stiller And Darker. So Does All Wisdom Which Shall One Day Bear Lightnings.

Who Can Attain To Anything Great If He Does Not Feel In Himself The Force And Will To Inflict Great Pain? The Ability To Suffer Is A Small Matter: In That Line, Weak Women And Even Slaves Often Attain Masterliness. But Not To Perish From Internal Distress And Doubt When One Inflicts Great Suffering And Hears The Cry Of It That Is Great, That Belongs To Greatness.