Our Shortcomings Are The Eyes With Which

"body Am I, And Soul" - So Saith The Child. And Why Should One Not Speak Like Children?

To Be The Equal Of One's Opponent-this Is The First Condition Of An Honourable Duel.

The State Is The Coldest Of All Cold Monsters, And Coldly It Tells Lies, And This Lie Drones On From Its Mouth: 'i, The State, Am The People'.

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.

I Love Him Who Desireth Not Too Many Virtues. One Virtue Is More Of A Virtue Than Two, Because It Is More Of A Knot For One's Destiny To Cling To.